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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, K. r( ], ^2 H0 e, j. y$ |; D6 B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ j1 P, g8 l1 Y& [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; x( n( {; s2 Q$ ]6 d4 g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 }1 I: e4 b+ ]6 \* v; E& g BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ `- }9 b7 T. X a& I& B- E! F3 A
How you suffered for you sanity, / {: `' ] ~, `0 l& V, A5 M! i
How you tried to set them free,
i- O- o! l2 `( [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " g0 g$ R k. G# Q' o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 m+ v- q) R7 y% d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& b# D f4 f6 n1 JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 R( b- c- c5 d4 \7 S4 A' z, z
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, 0 J+ z( V8 D6 t4 d9 U' r; \/ |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' P8 L( ~- `# e5 w! \0 p: j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 d n& ~/ p6 k# W2 U4 \1 FBut I could have told you, Vincent, / O( U2 l5 V, c- @0 Y1 O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # H4 A! p4 ]' L9 m% _/ X, i
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' F& ]/ H5 }$ EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 u# j; e+ w- W4 O" U. X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 y2 ?7 N' }) T0 g1 XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; X4 i: h4 h) M) a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ G# f$ F7 f& ~: y) u% ?9 s5 b
How you suffered for you sanity,( _6 p1 m9 j" a! t. H1 B5 x4 }
How you tried to set them free,
/ |0 Q5 h; Y5 r: Z4 i4 h- qThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; G5 E8 g2 }+ z3 d) qPerhaps they never will. |
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