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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # i2 l# Q% P3 N; S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 [' ^+ \- L7 N+ F' PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 U( k3 b: Q; ^1 r! A8 j# M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 O a; |. ~5 o/ uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ ?; ~% n; k2 j: q; }2 N. i( U) Q* h
How you suffered for you sanity, r, R8 n4 l3 o/ o) [
How you tried to set them free,
~4 L. _0 J q; o% O' W+ w, SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. h) E! o4 S4 Y: `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) X% \; y. i8 F0 r- a7 `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 q7 ]0 u; @' hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" \7 |* O. r6 }0 m: bWeathered 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, * H9 |' N1 m' f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # Z; w& ~0 s( y8 f5 u. j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , i" a2 P4 y3 d8 I/ O) z$ R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* L' _- E8 ]" z( w9 Z j' S+ WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 M2 V4 w9 M) H% B
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% `! u$ q. y* o, _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * p- X) z# o. J9 \; U+ E: ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 K0 i5 I7 O( L* h. X0 a' g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: o7 N, d" c n" L7 `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& E3 G' x; I x" M3 G v% |How you suffered for you sanity,5 B9 j$ y# P% D+ x; v/ S. @
How you tried to set them free, ]5 l. a; v$ P- N: t
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 I3 O: B2 o: c/ m* H; U1 N
Perhaps they never will. |
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