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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
B+ Z9 a0 X" O( gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; N5 C( A; E& v: I$ |7 DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ ]2 ?: F( h' }1 ]9 ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , m+ h; Z5 S: @8 P" Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. s+ L8 o3 E' xHow you suffered for you sanity, " D' f s$ R% k; b
How you tried to set them free,
" y4 A8 s4 X' y' NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! N. Z) X d- O ^& CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. g7 x( G4 q R, V3 F& k1 v- ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 O. b: z3 A. Z! O9 d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 T1 N4 Q$ k1 M5 U! t! D9 d# Z: w' m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 O v5 i6 j( h" j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; n0 R2 ^$ V* ^* ~6 o8 |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. I3 ^5 `" a6 ?7 v/ r7 JYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % H6 x9 ]9 ^1 ~3 t0 w& a9 F
But I could have told you, Vincent, : v7 B; u @) N4 i* O, V; J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ ]# b, j8 U, W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % f* Q6 z& V: [3 ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , ?5 ?1 u5 k8 e3 n: u/ q# _$ O' q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 q& f1 q+ \/ @9 T2 P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& W* W* H H. N8 Q8 aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * z7 R4 p' m* z- B/ m, b
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 E* _3 A1 S3 E+ BHow you tried to set them free, 5 \3 D. P8 O) P" X8 G8 Y
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 P" B; Y) ^- p; {% X s
Perhaps they never will. |
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