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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + c- j% j8 ?+ E1 \$ R# Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * F" j$ u! p: C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 K2 t- z8 L7 @' T; D, E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ G4 \+ U w' R! F: G) h- o. ]' t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( e4 E1 _; c6 OHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 h+ R. o1 {2 V; z7 l% ?6 f
How you tried to set them free,
2 e6 K& M& d5 q9 FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 E9 C# B/ m u- h2 o, z& @! K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 m3 N4 I$ p* E5 j% H# J( @0 U- MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% R4 L) Y" }9 [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' q* `3 w! m2 wWeathered 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,
6 Q; E0 R1 l: B. Y$ x5 a; O O, H' AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 \% _6 ^2 k* c @7 wYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, D/ Z" L3 P7 _But I could have told you, Vincent, / F7 x: u, V; q; N$ Y7 b5 l: H0 q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - y# F4 G4 G* d! Z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 o+ ?4 e8 H; T1 U0 [ i. EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 W! C2 A. J- m |# |1 v8 s" m. RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 n5 p" `/ d7 k% N. u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 \+ {) L, ~) @, N1 pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & Q$ B6 x8 {' X$ z
How you suffered for you sanity,0 e* }& D, K+ p! _" [5 H+ Q& |, y3 C
How you tried to set them free, : n; r6 O4 X3 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, & B- n3 q- U4 y# O
Perhaps they never will. |
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