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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " @: \. v% M4 `; H1 @$ f# u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 @) l9 ~9 S* W! l) {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 B( {8 r% i" v9 {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * H( B3 Y. i* I( I6 {" \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 {$ E3 s% l' Y" c N: y- ^
How you suffered for you sanity, ( n* m; h' E) _+ p; Q/ E
How you tried to set them free, 5 m: u8 ^9 n/ C) N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. U1 z/ y( D( U; O2 uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 W5 v; n4 q2 u' W' A- i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) M0 x- d% ^: G/ `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 R- G& F9 I6 g# ^( ~; n, ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: t1 l* X: U; u. c+ r4 }+ j9 a* ^) vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 c7 S9 h, L2 C" D1 O2 CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 ^& ?, e/ O, n: c) M3 c# a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; q* b7 m. h: S' T+ y; | i8 b
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 m H% R, L* \1 [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# J! i3 M C# ~* jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& c+ y/ a5 X- P% G, Z$ s9 XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 x1 b1 y5 c1 p$ S& O# G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 e0 Q& T% l) XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 F" S6 e- i9 nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 ^) I O4 o1 H
How you suffered for you sanity,
* |8 X* Z# L; y4 m! ^8 RHow you tried to set them free,
+ d' u' U, j( f" `They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 e$ H7 f8 Q& H' R" f, K2 |
Perhaps they never will. |
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