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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 x+ ?6 w0 M' _$ C5 k: {; m* [2 h- ~1 n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , g2 Z0 w- P$ ?% b0 O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 F! T- {" r: K8 }) N( {* k+ Z$ }1 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- l$ z' S: Y- R* w" p, V# e8 {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 f/ Q0 A7 B# V: j# \( F
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ D; k% m$ ~: |% L; DHow you tried to set them free,
" R( V4 z% G" a [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . Z: s& _; \9 z9 \+ l! h0 u4 ~1 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 M8 g8 k6 D& n7 oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" b; ~2 d6 V5 mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; o i( T" ~% O; \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 z6 M: z& D, ~2 U6 U# [9 e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 ?: H( Z* e8 G d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' o4 U( S3 O8 q4 i; O2 @, rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; v1 a. [2 `% x) O1 a" YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; f6 W/ j$ T0 VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + l' t8 \% L9 T5 ?2 a$ D3 U: L
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % D/ m5 I: z" g) n, `) t3 }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 p6 s' h: n# f7 L9 _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
u: n' H9 S' m1 a2 S3 d. z$ a& UThe 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, 6 e% o" t/ ~* I) v O
How you suffered for you sanity,. W1 l. | @& L5 U0 x
How you tried to set them free, + ?6 P! v: j. e+ T% @) q
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 I: F1 c5 p; ~( }
Perhaps they never will. |
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