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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / w9 g! z" n' A3 h9 V% R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, K" p4 ~+ ~& o( y' ~8 U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. @: [. E) w! X% D/ ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + \- T6 t+ z% k1 F/ B/ x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, t7 p/ y6 M; q3 z) ?3 k' P
How you suffered for you sanity,
; i, n' j4 g4 ]How you tried to set them free, 5 B+ ]& D6 Q% l8 E% A$ H* J" r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 u# Q: C$ n3 P8 I' s4 C0 G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # M* U, s: d }& I+ U* U' K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" Z3 w* ^, l8 ^% r! q) FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 w/ v! y5 @, \+ |
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,
+ u3 d8 b% l$ u- `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 J- K* m$ w$ F$ d! @" d- JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 `% U, G! M# w1 r; I/ I0 w( U4 cBut I could have told you, Vincent, & x3 A. C! Q1 q2 o" @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 d E8 Q( V7 rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 b+ N2 z( [ t$ |. {) k+ u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 O3 B4 z/ H) D. l3 K0 F( t8 y1 x; RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ s% w+ X, H0 m, q! C# DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- }1 v. n; \. K9 G' UHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ k- O2 L; Z5 K, b& B; N1 vHow you tried to set them free,
]' J% q0 o. h6 ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- [* g: u7 m& {' l7 Q/ HPerhaps they never will. |
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