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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 M" s5 s P e' L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! S1 {* l/ x" ?4 ]) M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 B2 N3 {. j1 D, h7 RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * [! v: X/ w" ]$ H/ Z& t- X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, D) R6 i. u4 u3 ~3 wHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ X5 Y- k- S- `4 J' E7 iHow you tried to set them free,
0 d/ }1 V5 h$ s) } {& xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( U$ t0 j% E) n) X! ], _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ C- @/ a7 {5 v* S- f6 `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 Q5 A4 A% @1 S5 c0 A; b0 uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 u4 A) [7 x# o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( t9 l2 h% N! J: t' v: ^) b. @For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) `8 ^$ K! E) \) b* BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) [0 n* A7 { x2 K4 I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 a5 O0 J" r( }, q: b
But I could have told you, Vincent, * q) w- {/ H6 m. s" d3 g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ w7 p+ Z& }2 P' qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 z2 g4 T( y# X- AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 D, y3 w6 r+ B5 D; uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, V7 L2 X e4 R2 ]) F9 n" w2 OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 _( J. d$ {- z" R! F( ?7 b
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 \% p- c0 p! P" j3 H3 G# VHow you suffered for you sanity,! m+ d2 ~: R" {: {
How you tried to set them free, / i* c% e2 u2 R9 k# m, m+ g* B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 C1 E" W# A& GPerhaps they never will. |
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