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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * x3 H1 w0 j z. B( X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 \! U% W1 A3 O I5 n; k8 R1 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 d3 W+ n( a+ `" |0 F6 I$ P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 o* d3 d! z- L( t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 U' B/ C m: D: T! y B' A" vHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 |3 H8 ]. _8 i- R
How you tried to set them free, 0 ]4 o) v* x, m! I$ c9 \2 U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 y* L6 g) @3 r& O$ E* K* B% N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 W& c/ D( F' x; MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 O: c6 V" b0 S8 A- q( H2 K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : a( v% o/ \/ P# O$ X
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,
- U& }7 c. I- s5 `" J4 b2 @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 N% v7 v9 [, y; a8 G1 C, n0 X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 s( {# ~* h7 ^% U7 E2 c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% `: r: m% s, d& @+ qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + Q I% Y E$ [" o5 E* _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & o) t) t+ P6 g: Z9 J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- P8 ?8 f* ^5 ~* ]4 w; R$ JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, b- X1 b; L( x' Y. r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % k- x* D* o) J- J7 h/ A
How you suffered for you sanity,
- y2 M0 b8 N! A4 B+ pHow you tried to set them free,
3 E3 }( R* Y9 q2 |4 IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 S8 y+ f$ T1 b% q# v( RPerhaps they never will. |
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