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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 k, M; [$ q% c5 j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( G0 w5 Y. ^6 g' Z. A/ I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: L: o: k" ~# ^" R# D- m# x; o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, c% W# T. y/ }4 WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! Q4 q7 F9 _; T6 {! {How you suffered for you sanity, 3 {" R7 b1 N" O; X. [
How you tried to set them free,
" X0 g$ S; J$ bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) c5 G* |8 W) t5 H' F+ a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + w2 X6 u' A$ ^& d% \: t! q) b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 D" q( v D; r+ L# T. a& ~* N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 I; b& }2 W: l: G5 S6 u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / U% n& h4 h/ ^/ E' ~6 o9 A$ z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 W3 I& O) S- N E4 g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 O% V: N# x' yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ m$ P7 o: w/ R- [But I could have told you, Vincent, ! b0 n2 \. O1 N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 w; Q$ V$ V5 G, T9 k# {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . v2 U( V! r0 S" F) e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' }* j! H/ F+ m3 B/ M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! V8 [9 _% ]& f4 ~) HThe 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, ; y0 n0 V# t( l# }
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 z/ i! I# C1 D% D9 B9 |3 \ F; AHow you tried to set them free,
. `2 I# r. w+ d6 ~" @6 K- hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* y% k3 v5 f6 f! MPerhaps they never will. |
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