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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 ?( G: T6 `) @4 v4 i( D2 d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 |2 `; c6 c1 K' M" ~+ ~7 \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 F) }* R1 ~2 H ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 }! [$ J. Y" q4 b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; f- d, O' Q+ O- A/ @How you suffered for you sanity,
6 V% Y9 Q9 w& m9 {+ [& B2 VHow you tried to set them free,
" a9 r3 m8 T) d$ W6 B& E4 dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " N# X% l2 k6 y, Z3 w5 m( s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . f$ S( J Z+ ?% B5 C" E; L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 X; w3 L, d+ w! }. h- ?3 G# w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, X' }4 ?" K- g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 b& y& a. q p( d& d
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 w8 T, C$ a# s( Q4 Y) N$ D, jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# k5 g) _9 X4 VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 y; t; t. A) }: d- v3 V6 P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, Q# k& q5 e9 \2 t! `+ TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 }' W# R- a% o* ]# N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( m% S/ u6 j6 ], U) W% C* gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 w+ ^% O# g/ L% M; I% |! S7 Z& {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, Q/ W6 K& t1 g! f) B. a7 CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 a c' C9 f! m w9 x5 I/ FHow you suffered for you sanity,6 G) X# r8 X$ C* l; E0 {% T
How you tried to set them free,
$ |1 V1 o8 w( A3 w% qThey would not listen they're not listening still, . {1 z [) E" Z( t
Perhaps they never will. |
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