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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 w4 P7 m& R4 ~ A: u) p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 h8 l# u1 J( z& D: a7 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 B9 {9 X7 u8 m0 U- K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 Q a4 w4 B, o' K4 J5 ]* l/ K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 }4 U8 P( S- V2 N: U. E( E& E; ^* l6 B
How you suffered for you sanity, ( |7 @8 q) ]# h& { V8 @, P
How you tried to set them free,
% v! M1 J& u a& ?$ V- H: T, bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- c! |5 H( n1 A; s/ ?0 KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 P: k8 ]' a+ }1 @6 C/ I, {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 d# ?/ V) [4 h7 P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% s% [& V! j& ?& [0 `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) r" ?5 I8 [1 Y! r' x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& r F4 }: T( [3 RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 q7 @0 |" {1 ?2 x
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 f1 s" J$ P( p2 t6 D) `* c; uBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ s8 U+ w& u. ]5 q$ ~6 c" T% x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. D; c! ?2 Q5 _/ [5 w( Z$ yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 T) u6 D3 ^- `( }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, k5 t* [: r) k" V* f' jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * S8 ]5 D& z$ J# b
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,
4 a# { Q5 Q# k7 HHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 l4 `1 u' V1 i; f4 V' @How you tried to set them free,
. ?8 o' y; s- g5 w: z& k) Y# EThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 @9 [. E9 [ S7 Z, o8 G h% ZPerhaps they never will. |
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