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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 K" v9 S5 H& n1 ]/ f; F' w W" K! @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; K" k/ C- | @ yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 l; q3 P7 Y w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 K$ g6 S" E& f; h" G2 nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" m& P1 @! H0 Y$ V! W$ s1 QHow you suffered for you sanity, " G' e7 u/ l9 e! n
How you tried to set them free, ' ?2 i4 U1 B- A9 n) ?! j6 Y9 _$ G# b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 {$ @9 h/ Y$ E5 ] R3 R5 {$ ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 m. k" `" G' }1 m3 D! t% {- aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) }6 s7 K0 N7 A/ C" y4 @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : V. G! T6 i: G3 M) {8 B9 k4 n
Weathered 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, % E3 E7 l6 |# r y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ I5 }- E. W; @& D' |& J$ E
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! U" L! C( |/ h7 P6 a& cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: d3 H; u1 S( S/ L+ g3 F2 IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 ~. _4 f5 l8 m, N- `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. m9 D* T3 n' z9 Z2 O( ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& B5 |( K8 R7 B* D6 h0 XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 V# H" u" R/ p% s1 }2 q8 J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # l& m% a$ j" n0 j, O( I
How you suffered for you sanity,( I0 B9 [' k' R/ v" W' v6 m8 \
How you tried to set them free, # j) b5 V9 G# W6 H+ j# f/ E
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 o8 `& T1 o( A
Perhaps they never will. |
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