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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 X) P! I( |4 o( Y4 x/ S, L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " W2 H# [3 z& E7 k' n7 \$ e( ` t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. b$ f6 _* I O' nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: o/ S$ V6 m3 w( W( Y+ B( M: }" mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 Q# ?; f% Q# l# D# XHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 _, h L( y+ X: I4 c0 i* EHow you tried to set them free, $ K5 P H' Z4 L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! w4 R7 J* ]% Q+ `& }, ]9 A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. S; L. `. |, u! W4 a! Q `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 ^/ ]6 ~2 Y; r! r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , ?0 L, [' r* A
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,
/ C7 a; @" {, R0 B; O2 oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 p6 g6 B) _* C5 ^You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ U9 f' e7 E" @( r8 YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 n/ u9 s; n/ q# bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ b2 _; h% H! f: o- yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 `- C4 M4 y' z% Z6 }4 Y, KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; b6 a$ m5 E3 u0 I* P8 l$ n+ BThe 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 q) t* t0 j$ ?6 H6 {How you suffered for you sanity,1 u# H, A; v ~- O1 f$ h- C& g
How you tried to set them free,
- B* p$ n; r. O% C5 KThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 N% l2 L0 B ^, C, c! s
Perhaps they never will. |
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