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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! L* \' M7 s0 B% y1 g% F# T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 G$ A) j# c; h; T: J6 S& cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) [* n7 [1 @* R( J5 E/ V) R2 ^% ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: C0 {. x) S& I1 d' y; MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' o4 n9 E+ L, F( M. L1 M2 ~3 o
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ H# Q7 w7 D) w4 N6 r/ u4 JHow you tried to set them free,
( [- z# k! e+ e2 V, ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, ~4 s* P, D% V& h! E% vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! |5 I/ O& x7 f# F. V, P2 CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" h! x: o1 V# qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 y# |* e S" C6 |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: `6 w+ f& V; g; {3 o0 a+ |$ SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, w. h+ a6 ]3 @2 NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 L, J/ O# }/ V! s+ X3 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 g Y/ s0 f' ~& @ x8 \But I could have told you, Vincent, ) ?. E) w9 O7 q4 C* r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , R5 P" k" J N5 e
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) J8 a4 l3 `$ F ~# E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 x4 Y/ l% a; R$ [* p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ s; e$ U2 z3 Y0 g1 ?, Q: vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + V0 B" P& n" o6 L
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' c% N$ V) D+ h5 Z4 t l1 F, C) F
How you suffered for you sanity,5 \ l) w+ O0 m5 @' d, ^7 O
How you tried to set them free, 2 A' T M/ _ t5 ]7 T' ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 [) t* @! e! M/ K4 L
Perhaps they never will. |
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