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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & z' Y) ?1 U6 _! K5 y* `" m. @# W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, ~; ^/ w0 [/ u/ ~. h5 ]% R. u- y: `3 MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 D& ~4 q0 p# J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , Y8 s/ H! @8 O! m: [0 p" `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," ~; v. u" R6 W( X/ e! s
How you suffered for you sanity, . G9 N! M- }0 S, R( U
How you tried to set them free,
0 f1 b5 v1 \; _8 EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % p4 n5 ]% U& |) g/ F; `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - E8 A/ b4 p4 c; I, o, I+ ]( ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' W" @* M* s* h; p5 Y" B7 v. aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / b2 U& w/ }7 k1 |& L4 B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - Q" C0 l' Q$ P+ G
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) Z' E' l* \( @# i( Q* f) L& lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 X% H z* m8 y4 v2 {( W. ^! W; ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; w I8 i/ S0 @* I; X- i. H( p
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 u8 ~9 U z; J8 ?1 }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * e6 z5 R" J9 E2 O$ _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 [+ [9 ~5 V5 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
\% d8 [5 j0 h4 B' LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , |7 q: J0 y0 e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 I4 y$ k h2 a" @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
h$ z- O6 u" B* t b, S6 H% ]* MHow you suffered for you sanity,+ }+ @; @: K! C" _- F
How you tried to set them free,
1 M' R7 `. R% YThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 s; c# ^7 g t/ y. G; XPerhaps they never will. |
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