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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - {9 E. I# e# ^0 d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; O Y" e2 K6 ` k' lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: n$ d9 o2 m: p j% _, lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # T9 b& o0 m. A/ K* \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- u# a9 O3 N6 y0 Z- ^3 K+ i9 f" U
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 g! ^8 p8 f1 O; h$ G0 d2 D
How you tried to set them free, ) i& ]* H2 k @8 B6 R# z( m5 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 Q& C* {% x; v# [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, b% Q3 `' y9 m9 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % H1 S" @ O3 s& j7 G0 b* O7 ]6 `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, T9 i: L3 l2 ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, Z/ C* e- e$ U" w1 h2 RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 N, S0 i2 `. G5 IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 X5 X3 i A4 p+ G+ g* g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 A& A6 g; B' ]0 `% f
But I could have told you, Vincent, : Z3 h$ `- K3 p$ J' T8 E( m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 w a3 X. O. g6 KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 K6 P* {# c% |1 N; @: v1 r1 \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * m6 x% ^1 j, k( _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% F% F5 v& D! p4 NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( ]3 @9 w1 z! n
How you suffered for you sanity,) U+ x; M; [( V- ^
How you tried to set them free, & k3 [6 ~& i# k" f/ }8 j" H
They would not listen they're not listening still, / O% V9 \4 V/ [& _" Q% B
Perhaps they never will. |
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