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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 d' r% f, y- F$ t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % L) Y! |: i# M% \ _7 g! c% M: T& f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; a( _; `7 F" x0 y0 ?6 Z) ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 F3 d! G7 v: ?/ v8 Y& ]8 c. ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) b8 E: u z [* ]6 p& c
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 R& i# V$ i; Z- \2 H
How you tried to set them free,
& f% B+ d9 d! } FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, N2 ?8 o0 e, I5 f2 O1 qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 U7 U- l# s$ R5 \ v' q7 ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " ^0 o5 j3 f- F3 _- G0 V2 G! D( |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% z9 b: w4 g- @8 JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ |, ~# Z7 v- C) h+ \" C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " q5 Q# N: R, Q9 k7 F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ @6 u% ^: V: |5 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. x/ ~% a' a3 W7 X' Q" a' a7 z3 {5 FBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ f- f5 R9 c# D& F+ K* \2 z2 p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ l% g- `: ^4 j' I0 aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 J$ m0 u9 }4 x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ m7 Y: |$ W. `: R3 \. F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) ^) ]6 V( q4 J1 k) e: ~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,
+ o3 e2 `+ n5 ^5 _How you suffered for you sanity,, ]+ }6 C: d( ^
How you tried to set them free,
: R0 y& o- c) m" [. B8 O% ^' qThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ A/ @1 }% v, ]Perhaps they never will. |
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