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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 d/ A" _ M9 G2 g! L: U7 Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ C) K: o# v7 }; ~% }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. t% u0 } W8 k; B( ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' T1 Z$ b- E7 G4 g# B$ |2 ]/ tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 P; a8 k& k2 s2 {/ x uHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ h! R: E5 Z# `6 ]4 |How you tried to set them free, ' }6 W# h; ?8 c) C4 c5 C' Q- t9 b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 N, Y2 [7 n" P+ a% X# {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , U$ r/ N1 a7 g/ O5 c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 n2 }( k R- K" Y; F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 d3 ~ l2 m: L: Y2 e5 v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# A8 J! _ x! _7 m/ a L0 gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 S8 T# s' ?1 _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ J. q3 o4 o7 {. x, n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 j% v' ]7 R) `9 PBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 h% O! I O) y0 O# a$ Z" N. m; f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 }7 d0 W3 G9 V. p4 s1 o
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & x5 O( y) s. W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 c( z0 M% x* u5 j/ \! uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, f1 y/ w3 g1 m% g9 \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! L) Y. Y& W% {5 F2 h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 _; w/ t8 q( ]2 B( e+ f, E1 S
How you suffered for you sanity,8 w2 g: u+ w- |( c/ M# w
How you tried to set them free,
1 W8 I! d% E7 I! i& DThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! U! [% F0 b3 d
Perhaps they never will. |
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