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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 z+ J- [+ T3 v- D) T* z% ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 Y% B, }/ n8 W+ e, m0 Z, E0 o# y0 MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 \$ L; z( C4 f6 j6 r. Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% |# A( W) {" q9 z( TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( } f9 S6 \2 O9 ^How you suffered for you sanity,
# t; z6 Q& c; }9 H8 |. [" c- UHow you tried to set them free,
: k1 d+ c7 l) I* s% gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 p' h3 y! }: ^+ n* h5 SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 S; z0 b M- I7 g& {% y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + e! \# Z" Q8 b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . W/ d9 H! o# Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 l p# k& Q5 S0 E. FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * _( e0 ?) t; q. Y6 W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, {6 K/ [- F; Z* [( H+ P- B* \& R# pYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 f* i- |5 i h" S( OBut I could have told you, Vincent, % Z4 A& S" V `& r3 `% X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / P# L4 f o; J5 E& [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 U6 @0 M& N. e& [& A) Y9 fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" |2 U* g% f0 ?/ \9 d1 L8 BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) A5 U$ n N! v( w0 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 m/ {1 @. J. O5 p
How you suffered for you sanity,
# \3 b+ C& C M4 O0 R- }' O4 `& iHow you tried to set them free, / b d4 Q* L# i0 I1 P
They would not listen they're not listening still, * L% h0 {. w$ H5 a3 ~7 P( _
Perhaps they never will. |
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