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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 E! S1 ^! {' {' h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : g9 G, j2 e4 ?$ b" |1 J* I$ b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ h7 Q6 b" h- Q6 t. v& @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 ?; {7 b7 ?% _0 }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, L! S, ^! `+ {1 I+ A" s! [2 `5 j
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 s( D$ d' M A6 F/ n7 J% N/ m2 O
How you tried to set them free,
; r" | d% K+ e; eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 C1 K; D7 I* a4 iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 N. I4 S4 E6 G, e$ B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* w2 u. m; n7 }& }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - s% l& ]. E* n" v7 B6 k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 G+ W$ Y! F7 J3 ~' i0 g. N8 NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* t# Q, i- _/ h# R7 K. ?# Z4 D& tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- X( B8 Z0 @+ e+ X- G" F) GYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, [0 O9 h' e' z' o6 YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( Y* p# P, Z. b7 j7 S9 _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; I/ I; V) t7 j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; ^6 a2 M1 J |3 f- L1 \- L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* h# _7 F: R; L( ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 Q1 ^/ i( ?7 S6 `# Y; A% I9 X! K* PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % K, [) v5 ^* R. L$ r% B5 Q! Z. a9 F
How you suffered for you sanity,
" ?3 R+ m# C. C! c+ j1 PHow you tried to set them free,
0 M- k) e0 K: ]1 {They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ b$ v6 A2 e8 G* k6 x; r0 \Perhaps they never will. |
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