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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . y# N- P* z9 G8 p ^/ w% `' l* _7 f) f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! X: q9 Q& M% }3 v' s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% l& A$ l, t+ W* }7 ? s. `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ b, ~. ]- U$ V1 WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) A l1 o/ L1 [5 G9 ~8 G9 fHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ T' s7 A4 ]! N* b6 n- n' \4 qHow you tried to set them free,
4 X0 f, y( e7 CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 F4 E- a/ I3 j4 AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 Y' ]7 y1 ]% y: X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* j3 ~5 B3 L( O- g& wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 {9 G' q8 c0 ^2 M( }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * |1 L- g/ \- t7 |' r
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + o3 Q o6 {/ C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 x! i8 Y9 M1 u* x: v& KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 W& I( C2 F/ h5 H3 `
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; ~+ v4 f2 U1 L+ N' N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # r% l" j& A6 C' Z- e9 D: {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 Z, F: s9 J; N- cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# E% A0 v! o# i' ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & q+ ~9 t4 e+ l, S, x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 G; x, ~# G# g2 Y( F; b
How you suffered for you sanity,
; ], W. L$ Y; V/ e$ y' S1 d' JHow you tried to set them free, 4 h: s' k( z7 I8 A
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 d0 @3 | J' Q; Y# \Perhaps they never will. |
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