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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " D2 _1 _0 \; ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * I$ P& }6 ^ Y6 o( c# g. |5 ]- s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 }# _/ Q# H) x/ iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 N8 I# e/ x) i& d3 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 ^, x, E6 _0 h
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 o% y7 T8 k3 E" d
How you tried to set them free,
9 Q- Q' q) Q- S* ^9 ^$ u2 O7 HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . x/ ]. \9 p* x A" Q. @0 U! L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 o- @* P& g" OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# D( D2 c/ T. W( F9 K3 g9 F( Q! a6 W5 B5 SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 M! x7 u' P- s z L9 V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 b* R b) e. }' f+ N0 g" {. X/ W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - c% D, _% X% u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 ]. g7 O, Y" _* D/ ], W; N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 [/ [- P1 V! X) k n, F) @" O+ t7 J& p
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' [- C$ O1 c0 u1 n5 KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; C4 {7 q: Y7 v& qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 S: S5 F4 n+ O+ H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! I3 a ^" K1 R) X# A8 s! T" DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 ~# r0 Q5 S7 N2 F' m" ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 i3 M9 }1 g+ ~2 uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* Q2 ?& x/ d% T1 \' A9 xHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 c. ^# k" j! T0 C7 @5 lHow you tried to set them free, 2 \6 N j1 o1 H' Q* r j' U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! l) e# w @# Y8 g$ @8 B, MPerhaps they never will. |
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