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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & O/ X: ^! ^- A8 n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ i: q. d, V) v& z) N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 H' C+ h& B+ y: D& WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& \7 i4 T6 N* _' h% m5 a+ n2 |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 r' w6 k7 }% P' R$ ]) D
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 s8 V1 J" [* s# E
How you tried to set them free, . v% w/ @6 C# p& Z9 O4 ?* V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 P- }3 `* u* i2 v& }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 O0 J& }0 l% l3 \5 d5 |1 g+ {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % k0 {- _8 s1 a. T# I& A. K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& v- x+ @. [! t5 Z( b( D$ WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 c( v; X+ R! ^; a7 b- w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 B7 g) q" d/ d. V1 ?9 L$ J dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - Z6 {" X" \2 C: X, W
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 [1 N& C, U$ g8 k2 D
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ y0 _: k/ ~% l$ x1 Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / F4 a. [' @0 b9 c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , {7 M* k5 k4 _# p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 x/ b9 v9 ` z% t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 T+ U9 s7 d, b9 n" o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; i/ M; m O' b" KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 C# q) L: f3 @3 oHow you suffered for you sanity,+ ?; P: c( r( E
How you tried to set them free,
( ^7 H$ Q: {2 e2 l4 ]2 nThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, ]1 U, r. V2 Y9 lPerhaps they never will. |
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