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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: {3 u$ a8 {9 Z% F, ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 O; C# L0 ]8 U$ iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( O& _9 {# o3 K: kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 ~8 G! Q1 V% c0 d7 V4 O+ w; |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 n% Q6 r9 n v: u+ F6 [6 A) hHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 `: E# Q! J4 t5 [
How you tried to set them free, 5 l7 j) F* G& O+ X. R, s" d3 c- @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( B t* e5 b; B% C, k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 Z! X6 a: s: S8 r- Y" e) \: fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & z; r3 b" X/ B+ i. a5 Q3 _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + j* _4 w# R9 b& J) {/ Y: \! g
Weathered 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,
: B( [& Z5 w% |9 ^: t& ^4 xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & i" ^/ H U- u/ z7 u
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 g" V/ G* w. p5 D* N) N- g: B
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: v, k- t1 i) ]. i: AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 b. K, `% E( ]2 D! kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' X0 [9 N8 D3 [3 e- ?( wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 @* M: B. i4 n8 c- K0 l C( b9 HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 W/ ?' v4 M$ p, q' Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 y' w& v+ a U T0 m* K! w5 @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 S) W) d% U) l8 C" v
How you suffered for you sanity,3 y D2 \" _" n2 P6 O- ^" {
How you tried to set them free,
4 F: H; h' B) s! b4 g& K8 lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 O3 S% C8 P9 APerhaps they never will. |
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