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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 [! N3 J6 W) H, ?8 i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ ^" E2 |% M1 y& CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. v# C7 ?6 M$ X: ]6 }% s" mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # H' t0 a% D0 s" J% e! ^: j, _( y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ z: j" O- k# y3 P& S! D& z
How you suffered for you sanity,
" I* g( z- S. Y' o+ r }How you tried to set them free, V& X, C3 Q2 D. q* ~7 i; {* r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 W1 R/ d2 d7 n; T9 d4 YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * u- ?+ o! G4 f, m; I+ m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 n) U( b% h" G. V y- C; ^- S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 V7 u% i4 {, E( L TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( {3 r1 @- E+ Z) W8 g
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* y3 \ z- t# U6 Q* W9 S$ MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! g( ~7 C. V* S' I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 s6 y5 G6 e6 b2 h8 }! l0 m. c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- x( J0 W7 E( k" b% g0 X" hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % N, ^7 ~( m/ ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ z p7 n. ]1 E% p! e% F$ K7 @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 G8 I9 F; [6 d* L( U! P: `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 o0 q3 S6 Z- q: v6 @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ Q! [& c: c% O) m3 f2 E8 mHow you suffered for you sanity,5 a8 ^$ q8 k# ]& ?: i& ?' u1 N. ~* i
How you tried to set them free, + }, ~6 }+ l+ O9 V, e' B9 C; U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( D( W; k, D0 t# W3 q* TPerhaps they never will. |
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