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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " b) K8 G6 a8 ~+ d2 s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 p$ W& ? q `) \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 U- z+ y8 k4 f" I6 n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 V' `7 R+ {/ C& m$ R' n8 w( l( l2 g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ Q% Z: N) v! ~6 z/ [2 aHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 |7 X- N- k8 mHow you tried to set them free,
3 ]; C% V- ?4 k1 yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # W; T& }2 R3 @# s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' ^& ^. {' l" `1 v+ t( ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ G9 w9 ]- B5 @3 j( r" f" z+ P2 L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 y1 m& D2 C& M7 z; z2 XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 `% @3 D1 Q7 S2 ^
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % A5 [( e8 V2 `0 ~2 k7 z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
T# c6 w, ~+ n8 x& QYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 E; R2 Y- D# D
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! h# P. c9 d7 z ?% S/ [2 N. m7 V; t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) a( u& f7 a' n1 }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: P" c4 Q# K) B R) {0 OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 q, E+ m" a+ e- v E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# W u ~: ^9 g& ]) F% P# xThe 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, : `4 c$ @3 j; t9 [
How you suffered for you sanity,; A1 g, ^" m$ [0 s& O
How you tried to set them free, . U5 X6 z% n" h1 L r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 I5 x0 R2 [/ ?% A& f% ePerhaps they never will. |
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