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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, T7 a H" m# G# C2 o% ]& x" R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 C( s$ V" c9 A7 a7 ^- ~+ V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 ~9 O; m1 S2 M) V" ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 n+ _3 x6 [0 Y/ R8 f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 {! ^% b* N, p# N9 D& vHow you suffered for you sanity, * t5 }) p7 R: G. r! b! b& w" g+ T
How you tried to set them free,
3 N B! i+ y8 DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% Q$ M/ d; v! y, E$ N' x( DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * A2 Q3 G3 j L w2 k5 s( U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
t, d" K5 z5 f6 o' WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % b; H4 _! [* J d- [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ C* _8 m& A) B+ e/ Z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 S8 |& n f, x) v: c& M# ~$ vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ X. h' d: a1 n
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 s. W e5 r9 r) K* B3 @
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 X! ^4 f" t5 I2 a1 V7 o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 G5 K2 {! A7 d9 M2 SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # U$ _0 N( I# b/ _" [+ H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + h% V) ?/ h* q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- u& K# v% x) G2 s3 h: g3 p4 VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- c4 s3 Q0 v* y) UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# r) C5 N' z; fHow you suffered for you sanity,& w6 @1 i8 |8 }# X6 a9 B
How you tried to set them free,
0 t) A0 W& m% }5 R' M& A8 qThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 V5 y/ f! W0 W2 v& c2 R: Y, ]Perhaps they never will. |
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