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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 ^5 O; {9 ^2 t4 ~9 h( p2 ^7 `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, d, d7 l. H. R! }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% q$ ^' o+ R: d% t+ \1 i6 y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ S! q9 Y, r$ ^3 I) TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ h* I* L8 t: O) E9 U) @How you suffered for you sanity, ) j% f3 w; {0 j
How you tried to set them free,
8 d/ e! M' V1 m: Q( O' m YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 h8 T0 Z" E+ M4 P) Y! h. ^4 F |2 Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % l' T: Z( b; }# o0 Q& ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( ^7 P! T, g2 G" U* a5 `5 P- s, G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # ?& E) o5 n. 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,
; |) `. b, a# C" H/ g1 Z3 [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ U; p0 \* }3 Q5 M+ @1 \You took your life as lovers ofter do, % Y0 C9 z' X. w3 ~$ Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 N5 {) o7 y) c6 o' O4 v9 J CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 ^" L5 x$ { A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# \- I, p3 j8 NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % A* `4 }; ?3 f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! a/ p7 ^% S! I/ O1 u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , }5 X, r `! T3 Y/ @/ D; ]8 Q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; f; B D- v5 g: h, RHow you suffered for you sanity,5 G9 D6 [+ s! |% g4 r( ^: [4 B
How you tried to set them free,
d; t( r7 Q" @. j$ rThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( v5 @8 n! F- h- R2 J! E
Perhaps they never will. |
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