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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : H( T0 k) U7 J( _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 O3 W r7 T8 A2 W# _7 e! C% c( Y& f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, g J3 l; A0 f J5 }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ o( S. A# S) o7 E$ H2 L: Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, g, K; R( c" X% }- v$ c, u2 L+ }How you suffered for you sanity,
7 ]/ @3 ]6 D1 Z2 J1 x, _How you tried to set them free,
$ D7 N6 `3 }! B8 x& ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& S5 ~ x" h6 L9 BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 C) N+ U6 x5 M6 X! }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 U4 t' Y7 O; x) WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 i5 S) b" q9 q6 Q( I' uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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M' M0 b5 p. A6 {( T* CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ g" S2 j. Y6 c3 `; u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! ?4 L' J* ~7 U6 u: f' \/ jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 V T/ ~+ }& J7 X/ W2 FBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ p* P0 ?6 g) `# W# R# uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 W( n9 e4 \3 g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 M4 O' q' b$ b/ k* x& S% Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 O9 g6 _' C9 m5 M* j9 d6 y* j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" Z" @% b0 O; J V6 d% l' V. C- WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; w0 @- c; A0 ]1 [$ d0 x
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" {6 N) Q0 e9 E" z% GHow you suffered for you sanity,
( O, s' B# Q8 r) k5 XHow you tried to set them free,
" L3 Q4 ~ |4 t/ p! M# ~5 x9 }3 H& OThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 o% c/ r* E/ _# y
Perhaps they never will. |
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