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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 L& K: F! }1 ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. u" }) B6 n* {0 wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; n9 U) }. Q3 U3 J0 k5 e' o) hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 }8 h9 e0 O7 a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 r, H! l1 F( c! n3 z% i( Q$ z; w, {' x
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 V8 q: ~' K3 d7 N! f1 K1 U! gHow you tried to set them free,
9 K8 }) f' x; _% B1 iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. p2 o0 J9 u# {( q$ U* K3 `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 T, l% g1 g, M" x+ t3 t. r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( b: \2 p- f& ?9 k/ g3 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , K) q4 e+ `% M+ ~3 H1 i
Weathered 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, 5 Z0 x* ?# d- A c5 K, H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 E C, B; C+ e
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 u2 }$ p, v& f+ e4 b0 i8 VBut I could have told you, Vincent, + B- E7 B4 | P: t8 d1 b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' J& P+ @0 {3 i S$ s$ CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 V8 M/ }5 [- G0 P x* u& J3 R# CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 h) x5 Z7 d; h) e YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # H8 A8 q" y* K! l. }
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 U* }; `. `0 X* {$ a# f' m" L7 f- p
How you suffered for you sanity,
; w- D- [, g/ s+ AHow you tried to set them free, / ?6 Y! |) i8 r5 y9 A& W
They would not listen they're not listening still, : c" l. o) F, R8 Y3 h$ @
Perhaps they never will. |
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