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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 n$ d% D# K2 ]3 D; Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - h9 u* D: n$ t. f5 a$ P: L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 k3 i' }! l9 X% Z* v. s* T1 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - Z R3 I3 y, l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# A$ X7 r% G# c: x. z' YHow you suffered for you sanity,
( l9 Y; W( Y5 S6 Z5 D1 y- EHow you tried to set them free, ?' z; [9 X. X. q) C0 u9 h0 I3 {" d4 y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 ~( y4 T" U, C, x/ ~% K' f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 }, D8 f$ _6 {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 R# _# k- Y' UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 H" N7 J+ X7 k3 T( V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 q6 S7 s% V, e; d/ |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ t5 r: v; ^ `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; \8 ]* `* C+ Q3 a8 sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" c9 {5 r: d3 U xBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 P6 \; c* A5 ]0 k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & I5 s9 z# q+ _* g/ J
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " \* K: f/ j% h8 G% R! s9 P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) t: i! o# s/ ~/ t) z4 zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 r/ p. m: \! ~* _. O1 u a; Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 {" E* ?5 S! o0 g) ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) T$ W5 ~: z9 y% M% ]1 WHow you suffered for you sanity,6 g1 ?7 o2 T3 ~9 A6 J H
How you tried to set them free,
- B: w* n6 {2 {They would not listen they're not listening still,
' ?3 \! p% O+ ~+ X$ f; l) XPerhaps they never will. |
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