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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 U% ?# `: b; \0 B. w8 Y1 }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 J% L P+ }" GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" f) ]9 E; X+ bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 W9 b, w, [5 l. N3 \2 HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: G1 v3 c3 o( }, q6 P
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 r! q m; x( d. Q/ c0 [. e& Z9 L/ D* |
How you tried to set them free,
0 D S8 Z4 `9 \+ _% L) wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
z" M) g, @# q% \) \ iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 ]7 ]- c8 G$ i5 \) ]0 i' w+ r6 vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; c( _" ?9 z o" t. N1 m T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 h; T8 Q3 l/ nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % w8 w0 h7 S0 x' l( N6 X) ^
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + Y! D3 V3 H3 |2 Q9 B0 z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 h0 W% P+ k' f( e, D% }- q: I. UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 N1 n" W: c- m; O$ B5 \6 [9 E
But I could have told you, Vincent, F, y% t3 X f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ [* b8 M0 c2 u& S1 O* c i0 rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ q9 T; g7 l4 y8 LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; u; v! ] C) u- X/ l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 s/ j5 o; ~7 i+ J; t/ t3 J. z- B: w+ J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : D S( q( x3 i2 J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 U; I) f% n; b
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 d, S6 `" `1 T: K, P$ HHow you tried to set them free, ( F6 d$ n, o/ y8 ]* {0 H- Y; y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! a s) m1 W+ E% x0 F) ZPerhaps they never will. |
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