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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( N1 f$ `" o( k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % {2 d( Y2 v+ |. A6 Y/ }1 r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* Z$ x2 v- A( A8 @& t/ C0 S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' D% B2 `& [( O$ X( m' R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; Y/ O1 k$ P' Q8 a5 ^ {
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 K4 y2 ?& i Q. P2 S
How you tried to set them free,
2 R' c) [ ?$ N* OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ y+ m5 h* R! c5 v2 q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 G- d6 Y: w3 Q, P& i2 N" ?) j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 L7 p( R1 }, w9 {6 I" o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 D+ d9 g/ p" SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) }# L2 h* {8 i# f7 A+ } n4 G! PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 g% |1 c3 @! B4 w3 I2 wYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) q) E! U9 B1 m. J$ p `& n. g" B# V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 a2 J2 w, V7 AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 U( [: {/ Z- l4 m6 @" _2 [& @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 h- ?! M6 ~* V cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, c( Y1 K. L, A8 \8 JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& D* Z- p: ^$ f/ d Q6 @* O# {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 M4 ~5 \7 h: t1 W+ O; I8 T
How you suffered for you sanity,
% f% l: {' o* v2 W3 V4 m4 @1 UHow you tried to set them free,
1 w. w! U: T9 R3 s) k& w4 J7 F8 nThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ Z( r1 a+ v- Y4 ?Perhaps they never will. |
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