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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' Z) N2 Q2 e6 Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 z9 Z1 C g8 K+ G' Q" M9 @$ k' r1 p- x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 w) I G% m5 v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 s% S7 E0 ]9 x3 I- W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! Z. q6 T1 ?9 ~2 \5 o x- V9 Y
How you suffered for you sanity, $ u7 A# l1 U9 C m9 ]
How you tried to set them free, , S% X- g/ O' d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 [( v2 V7 r; v# w5 Y) t0 K8 uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- v2 Z3 @4 b6 n( KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" \) {$ f8 V+ A7 B eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 g# ^1 E! K' M$ d/ y6 v4 V
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,
! b0 |9 E2 H" i# r. p3 Z4 \! @9 {( t, wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 W1 S+ Z; r, K$ K
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
t* B A C8 ?2 p4 K0 }, i% XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ W( ]6 I& n/ bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ c1 T& j3 e( m! hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# {+ s8 D: y3 J3 k5 ^& QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 K# u- r4 k) k; y$ \6 M5 `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 A* \+ v) p& J' i1 p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: S+ ` E& f6 ^" p+ eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 b# J( A. }. _" Y0 `How you suffered for you sanity,
7 V8 c& @+ M" g8 U7 sHow you tried to set them free, : c* e) A' g2 f* D1 M
They would not listen they're not listening still, , l r; E# B3 b5 h7 ]- i2 ~6 d
Perhaps they never will. |
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