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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , {. z7 ?4 `' |. @8 H M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 {9 C" L1 |. Z1 t0 e3 a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 n9 S7 U Z7 J7 R+ Q, oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 V; @8 L* K4 U) W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 H) N4 R T% R! f2 v9 b6 Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 s6 v6 [% l! n% V3 q0 ~# yHow you tried to set them free,
4 ~1 p( o% O* U" F3 u4 \5 wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , Y2 S! \2 m& k5 h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; l" H8 }3 j- ^) ` r5 } U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ ?5 Y* h" ^* r n7 P3 d, ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 P: e. ]5 Z5 c5 N0 X, z2 o$ V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 |; S) C4 I& g/ g: z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , W- _. w6 d0 f/ m1 I1 S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! W6 I+ f( A! c0 \6 f5 l; \You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' e1 g x) p b" Y* [6 E3 [; zBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ b+ e, x0 M% }+ A# IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( g8 M* @1 K& Q4 @
1 y2 U8 b/ d1 \% V# m! ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " c% ~. v6 p7 W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 B/ y; ~' j: J: P6 gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & E6 @! b s0 ~% J' o& f. T5 N2 Z
The 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,
* H3 Q( `- F0 M0 zHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 n& |* v2 U! qHow you tried to set them free, : N( ?; v* [0 c, Q& f' O+ v* X* K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 O, k3 \# P" U( J$ x. f3 ePerhaps they never will. |
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