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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( s. F8 N# @" U1 o0 p& N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ C# e5 ?, T/ W1 [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 T% u6 M& J: L4 I: ^1 _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : P7 j9 y, D9 Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 K: g$ L3 U* Y$ ^4 g
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 ?- k6 T0 n; ~- CHow you tried to set them free,
, A0 @4 T6 ^% k+ D3 iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 j$ Y. N* L& n8 l2 r& mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' _+ @ ]! ~- B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 p4 E0 [8 z$ }7 YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; G& H9 K$ e7 N6 b2 [. D1 ?3 xWeathered 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, , f; q" k. o: f* |4 ]& K+ o+ I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' n% ]" m. j4 J7 }; Z( b7 }7 [6 l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 f$ }* M7 O( G( N$ Y6 D; j
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! n5 m7 ?' k& _! \6 d: w! S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( K% `3 S% m% U' G# i7 l- bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 P0 p) \; `1 p" ?8 DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 l( p4 ~# V, M0 X; l, BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( h! M0 k z; hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 V+ C7 T. c8 B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 C+ ^6 X* u% Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
- @1 v: @6 c) Z: ^/ N! KHow you tried to set them free,
( S" v( ]/ n/ H! rThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 i9 s: R( I# I+ V* [: q* p
Perhaps they never will. |
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