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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . K/ u0 {$ g9 V) `% j3 G: z) }5 ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 t8 I4 U2 I5 ^5 ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" M3 t1 [9 ]) m3 k/ `! tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 P! x- }% B) a3 @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, h1 s- }3 G/ }8 r- E* B+ i" i
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ L% F' S# B2 k& bHow you tried to set them free,
+ S3 h2 ?! K5 m6 U% N# p& m' q- RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 ^7 r" P1 Z: H0 A8 G( m3 n2 _" w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( y$ B; j7 H& m" A/ k* @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 [( `4 R4 o2 d) t6 C$ CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! G% U. p0 ~/ E4 T* OWeathered 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, 5 L* G/ N! N% E4 k8 I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 D* c3 X% o+ G/ |4 B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 o \+ ~' @3 Q: [) l8 y$ g
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( f. c4 D* [- q3 d# L- i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 I1 c8 X7 K: c- C* ^/ x+ w+ c% G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 ^# Z' W% V1 v7 L9 GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 j: m' m% c0 l) RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 G1 ]3 v, v" H/ u6 T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: s" s" U4 x5 w8 J. F, I3 U; F; ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 ?8 ~* A, C: ^& R8 L! xHow you suffered for you sanity,$ [+ a4 O5 b* l. h, {' p4 u
How you tried to set them free,
0 Q) f' j% t' ~0 T( L% Z& [: L/ b: UThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) B V! c& J# I8 ]1 s
Perhaps they never will. |
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