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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 [8 e; R+ C/ i7 N. F% z/ N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. ?; `" ^) ?: LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 ^/ X0 u6 l; f2 @% rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" @8 J o, e7 \" q, y7 _: e) ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; t& F" r% l3 L: {
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 k" M9 O1 G$ X+ ?. o H2 e! ~3 n
How you tried to set them free,
, A8 Y- z" s+ R9 \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 u! ]/ U2 x, R4 g$ U/ d0 \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 O# X7 t" o) a, O6 k) ]8 CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # W# V6 x# @4 F* Y- a) a4 A9 }+ B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" K6 {5 |! Z& _: f% e5 K, R5 ^, yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! g4 y+ c2 R/ b$ @: r
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . ]% E: q5 g# Q+ Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 U6 p, Y" c2 {' ]" {- T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + c( d" K* t9 Q5 n. U
But I could have told you, Vincent, l- Q6 I, t& e1 _5 W. Q' ]2 |" ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& V/ k& P' T" J7 W% I4 @2 ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! O5 i* p, r G6 A; |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
S" x: {8 {, wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 O; }/ E4 M @9 Y1 @/ Z5 {5 xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 l) Z( ?! y" ^- R) y' U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' \2 ]' z' @6 K
How you suffered for you sanity,+ L! f! t; C5 s: q9 J& [2 K) g) o
How you tried to set them free, ) X3 A3 h7 j# n4 l8 \3 l# M
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 C- U7 g- x# p, @3 mPerhaps they never will. |
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