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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; }8 m$ H$ S) O: X% l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 w5 L+ X4 e3 ?+ \& v; T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 ~" Z# {7 `: M; I4 K2 p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 J7 a3 Q8 f' {& N1 u- GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 ~& u3 ]3 }9 g5 FHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ C- `" c+ n( a2 o8 n( zHow you tried to set them free, 3 e' g6 g2 I( I( }# R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. B' f( S( H8 m& h; _" b3 K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 p x* L$ o: m+ h& p. t; R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 d; @5 K1 ]( m' P7 z; y/ \7 ]" B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ N( c& }; T0 z$ O3 b- S2 F' m4 bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 R7 }( {% }* ]: l$ ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ N! n; m4 j' L! }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 y: k5 Y6 K0 ^9 b8 ^' k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' x3 [0 ^5 C$ k1 a# s8 QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 r5 K* R/ q' r% w1 E0 }/ JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ S, y* R2 o* m) ~- j% E% P( }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, J, H0 o3 M5 h1 E/ F: G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 V4 Y+ ]4 e6 I- |% i/ K% iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 p {* \; j2 T% q9 Y; ~% W7 eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 O) k! ~3 Q) H# j' y
How you suffered for you sanity,
; A% }# X" y: \How you tried to set them free,
. O! ]+ H! k' Y$ p) iThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 P* A4 y: r. ?* A! ~ E( E
Perhaps they never will. |
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