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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : O% F% e+ R8 C, T: A C; B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # ~" ]* E* B, h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 K" F5 E2 N% M; M Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" e4 x" Z6 Q7 l0 p8 L; \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* t4 Q; G2 o9 u3 |7 f" A( [8 yHow you suffered for you sanity, ; L7 s; A) V: J' _1 b
How you tried to set them free, J; H+ z% H6 E+ _+ V/ w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 j" k2 J9 U# S% n- t- ]9 w% XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # y5 @% d9 f+ U$ H: i; s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' E3 C( Q2 F7 a; WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 ?# ?# j1 X5 h( W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / I) c0 y$ C) F g
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# V n0 I" ?9 @. ^7 [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ |3 B# j. G( aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 |# m; ]3 G# ^: p1 t/ R' i3 R; i
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 D- F; o7 _6 R) KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 e( I7 |$ g* U/ E. g0 o$ O9 M
0 O4 T y: W8 W2 [# O& qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 p; g1 b8 L; q5 m; A" v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- R6 }0 W3 I" TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' m& b/ B6 \7 @8 h. @* {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 r' ^5 ]- e7 }& P9 B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 J' r6 o1 K$ c
How you suffered for you sanity,
; Z2 ]* N/ ?+ K! A2 P8 C& u; u! Y7 gHow you tried to set them free,
: k- x A1 e% Y3 tThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( H; G& l4 d; g2 x3 \8 T! ?7 z- }Perhaps they never will. |
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