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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 [1 }9 W# k7 z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * s7 Y) o% w: A) z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. Z L$ _, v2 jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- O9 F8 C$ v/ |, L1 k; s" `& H0 GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% [4 G5 j8 q. z8 I! W; Q% T
How you suffered for you sanity,
, y4 ]) z% ^3 H7 q& w8 Y0 D8 \How you tried to set them free,
: H# i' I- s. K) M1 q& T8 N& oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ y/ u2 {- P& v) y; [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 H3 c- ~, m/ B% C' }, H4 ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) ?$ j# m8 j4 o3 V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 T& G$ h! ?, }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 ?- Y a1 h; B2 Q* @) ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% `3 e+ ~* ^' n7 y6 L) _6 OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" k, I1 E7 Z" E* e+ c( x8 b/ yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' `3 C& q- P) C1 D0 h- [But I could have told you, Vincent,
, _" \* A0 x7 L; P, C+ E+ uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( O6 o6 l6 O7 H7 U/ p- ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! [. C) G, N. U2 ]) ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; o4 k# i# I l: z' c8 C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# B! P9 j3 a" R/ |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " T4 ?- s! Q$ C% c2 N; l9 [! w/ p
How you suffered for you sanity,% e( O& ~1 J; ^/ C2 P: }
How you tried to set them free, ( O; X Y& K1 i0 ^6 ?' \/ k
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 [2 n3 l% J V+ a& G2 N$ v5 J
Perhaps they never will. |
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