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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 C! S% d( a' G) P+ v t) y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & \2 m9 Z1 Y ^6 f3 k+ B' H9 W& E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: n) n U Q$ T* B8 M* w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ^! \9 S) \5 e/ l8 q7 O$ U2 r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 }: U( J( t0 g1 qHow you suffered for you sanity,
" H* E+ `' x' C/ c; zHow you tried to set them free, " a C' x1 B+ G; t: G# j% I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, r9 U# [7 D5 ~- O' d4 O/ iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- T7 n1 w# o5 @/ nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / c% [% K! Z+ R( h; |% {4 d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) E7 c) f' m/ |$ o
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, + M# Y& d8 [1 a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; M* D+ v5 ~ b* i8 J. F' eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , ~: W7 A. V$ g* ^' ?
But I could have told you, Vincent, % @0 `& v: u4 f# O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ X( E4 z( @/ A. p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - @( `% d% l! X/ O) @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 _9 {# ?: D- oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & u6 [5 O3 }) b% c x8 u) Q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) g; ]& E! W: y6 t' ^3 b0 I2 _; I
How you suffered for you sanity,+ r1 U. U3 f/ t
How you tried to set them free,
8 l! {7 o. G- s0 Q. B# g3 xThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. E2 ~4 a. [, Z8 V3 A @; ^" ^$ X. p3 ZPerhaps they never will. |
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