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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 t* s. `' v# n5 Y- l M( p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) m I( Y Z& I! k# e# r4 {$ j O3 KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 X% O/ L4 R+ G% D4 F* NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 c( y; G0 J( A3 T V! D# `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- i2 z1 z& |' |) j+ \1 F1 THow you suffered for you sanity, + M1 S8 r7 ^' V9 d. M
How you tried to set them free, : _( D1 }- m' o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 e& n8 c$ ?3 e8 q& o3 t' oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; O" }6 s) y; t# Z+ BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; E8 T& F) Q, _ |5 I# P5 q. X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 P$ D; B* C5 ?7 ~8 hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 A, o! k' H; z. j( N1 B9 ?
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 S, n6 r9 C: j' F" s* C, K# @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ b5 U! e7 Q7 W. A% u7 }
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 ]" q$ U! \" k' I+ s; Y2 NBut I could have told you, Vincent, / A2 f$ D/ j2 A$ Q4 y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + a3 k$ J1 u/ z) _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, X4 W* v3 _& E9 w8 i6 J2 L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, i W0 C& _# n& nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 @! J3 s4 {3 v3 G, M+ IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 B2 u/ X$ V- G3 H3 |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 m8 E, u9 \, q9 O1 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 y6 D9 v4 B( G1 {# aHow you tried to set them free, , Y/ v1 g. `) p3 L
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 r# A. t6 Z Q% ?8 G7 Z$ Y& MPerhaps they never will. |
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