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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( z; i+ Q* x+ W; k! l& z1 G, @$ w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 n' l4 K/ N: O8 z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," z: O# W0 v3 F0 o) V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 c c4 u0 {$ N# [( Q0 I/ Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 S7 O4 k* n, f( B# k1 {9 }( [How you suffered for you sanity, - e" E) ?& f+ w# U) o6 {8 m7 m9 L
How you tried to set them free, : q7 B N' }. `$ ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( Q. [3 b1 E: g3 J1 y: [8 k% b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- K0 m1 v2 n- s' K0 N; _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 R! H9 E# `9 ^% s: s+ I" N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! q" j$ L% h2 E! Q0 w o2 c" pWeathered 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, ; h; k3 f( u' q! @, K+ Q8 P; b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 Y; Z" }# ^! P+ B7 d7 i; jYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 h8 M# Y& v- G0 D" ?/ {* P- w
But I could have told you, Vincent, / m- V/ }- O9 v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Y/ c" T2 X D b' c W9 o {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 e* w6 r* L# q1 |7 ?! d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 ?* a) G% C" u/ y/ V) jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ F6 x4 k" _ M, m @' f& aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # ]) g1 K* |6 [0 F7 P5 l
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% }! w4 v( @9 G0 a4 a/ z: f' jHow you suffered for you sanity,
# ]+ s0 l0 \2 y1 LHow you tried to set them free, 9 h9 G$ `7 g4 A# Y
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 t {) F6 L/ o) m" b* s
Perhaps they never will. |
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