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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % r. |* u) T, a2 r6 ?! H+ d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 n% ]( v, z( U# jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) l( y Z7 i3 q0 B+ s: `. l7 A. `4 GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* {5 M, \# }; L9 I7 cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 f7 E7 C6 |6 c3 F7 C. PHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 i7 E3 U! f6 h! r& ?How you tried to set them free, 3 s) h' o* I0 v) c' Q, r2 [: t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 X% z! G/ i: O& ~+ M; Q8 N" c& K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: h5 y+ O2 Z+ D0 ~# [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % O) E( l# o# U6 F6 l1 Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# ^: p( H' ^( z% m) GWeathered 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, ' ~: v. e: p: M# @- K; Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 t' V. W" Y! ~" ^9 \7 O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 C: N4 Z9 Y9 \. R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 H3 _. E5 R3 y3 UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * S1 r2 A! J. n+ |2 L4 o. k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! U- a- C6 {8 I( W: ?* lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * w# \! f( x# _+ r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) U: z q+ U G# |- h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 r+ ]4 s n* u; X+ s0 lHow you suffered for you sanity,2 [# ]- m6 j$ }/ s4 n: [
How you tried to set them free,
6 Y! a8 Y( f& {- ]! h) NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 _; h5 c! V0 Q5 r, bPerhaps they never will. |
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