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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 C" G$ ]. c8 mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 o* w) ]' K1 v8 w7 w) \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' D6 Z& E9 U$ o n$ S. y7 |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! Z$ p' L) @6 V( S T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. [! a! y* U. [: d* G
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ j8 x2 [& ?3 h1 x- EHow you tried to set them free, . S6 t/ r" E. L4 w$ A. R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 U @) b6 L' Y0 HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 J; p4 B# k( F- V. E1 q& D- U z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / ~9 C3 G- z, ]7 x. f( e2 E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 C; |9 W# J$ o' q3 `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" O. d4 A$ c( f2 X7 T' a& x& NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + }, D( G8 ]0 k, P+ h: m) t9 S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) f; X8 n+ B- B- h; }& ]2 V) Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # G& z6 G& T% C' F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ o1 K0 \* y- A+ wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 Y: l; M: s+ d* p) E2 Q' p5 m$ o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! I: o; l6 p5 R3 H) L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 i! m% X# v, C: t* W* f" z" k! u$ d9 }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# S/ b4 f) s, h& h: Q6 D3 z H) RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 D1 w& N3 A9 F, B7 A8 }/ b' eHow you suffered for you sanity,: ~; q; u8 R; {8 @) v$ f# c
How you tried to set them free,
) y4 f0 p1 Q5 q' i$ x0 R/ aThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! O( p. y6 \1 R6 H+ U) ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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