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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 } E$ R4 ]# i4 j2 Z2 a; ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& c! n$ M9 ?8 R. K; y. sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 r3 p, ]+ |5 H0 C* c; W2 uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 o% r& c: @$ ]) v3 O" h/ L* XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 ]& a3 w, X) t0 KHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 i) q, o% }! v: y1 Y. r$ L( D
How you tried to set them free,
. N& e- @( v4 J- bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 A; j% o8 w. [6 ~5 Z- l" N& i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% q: g5 J) e* i; ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / O( j6 r- X# o6 |* V* z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 z/ @" J, e: G, ~. ~( a; XWeathered 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, . g5 s5 V) V' Q* ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ D2 L: p) d! n/ f+ f1 R% hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 Y; S ~, _2 D: g( V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: o2 G j1 o( {0 D' T: W/ QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # ~0 O p# T1 ?) u
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " L" `4 T1 u: g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / ?" D4 U4 x5 i& o6 Y3 r l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* R0 Y$ Q9 Z3 h+ v$ Y9 V+ \* V0 zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 t& K5 ?7 _. _8 @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , e: V' Q4 w* ?9 E+ w
How you suffered for you sanity,) T! r% G6 f9 n( O! s
How you tried to set them free,
( I0 s q5 N; [. y) ? kThey would not listen they're not listening still, # ~7 `5 N V2 I! P' _. \- j
Perhaps they never will. |
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