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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' J: U$ h* x8 g6 {; a4 D# J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) d. i9 l% z3 X: ?+ m$ j+ a4 s) b R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 g0 n- n1 m* s$ J* h9 j7 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 m5 S, h7 l& F! gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 |; _+ l( }3 H7 ^How you suffered for you sanity, 0 S& ?& }" u" ]- G ^
How you tried to set them free, 8 Q8 I* a3 h5 M! \4 A) d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 ^0 p; @. O6 G# l, B( _1 x; W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ b1 a* c& I# |3 v4 XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# u3 m8 F) P$ H7 }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, _. e7 S- h* ]6 e( A! w+ E% E2 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 A. ~% L! ^, z% b' M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 ^9 |1 z4 }& |+ T5 S1 ?& tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & o- N9 A3 u( c; Z1 u! I1 P( f h% |, F
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; E L m; q2 e: V3 T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 _4 m4 a8 h q3 f3 {) o% z& {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - L# ]7 |8 X' X2 _8 H D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' \( Q# Z' g/ o- k$ R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# Q" l3 O# k. F) R+ _( @4 u; q tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% Q5 Z+ s7 }: u, XHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 F1 X* M. Q, |; yHow you tried to set them free,
8 }/ s- A) c( U: ?They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 K- v& x. n5 A' h5 H3 s7 {" ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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