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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , ~/ {3 l; C9 e7 s3 [' h' H- d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / I4 C* ^* M3 B& W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 C+ \# W- }* ?8 S7 [$ oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 ? k# F5 C, M/ P8 p, ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 c' n* K' @- z4 m
How you suffered for you sanity, G: s: x+ `8 ?8 N4 r5 r0 H
How you tried to set them free,
+ k$ ?* c, n, m% nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 k" f. N+ |2 E: d' V5 p% f. a6 c% cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 B; ]3 i; O; I7 r8 U8 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 ^" M& R( s2 \3 l; A# u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 f- G) F8 P2 ^1 z- F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( Y# V5 b0 Z" |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
\! O# h' g8 x1 uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ R/ j2 [1 x* e+ ^) Z7 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ I L3 ?3 q/ g, }. i
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ f2 z1 ~0 h7 OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' \$ ^0 _- O2 }% c- kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 @, D/ `: R3 A5 DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" b/ r- Z) U$ x5 ?2 m# R: ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 G5 w6 V9 [( K' w5 M- i1 O6 ^: f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, y4 R8 d/ b8 PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . }4 L: x! Z ~& \5 S6 o% i9 L0 j
How you suffered for you sanity," V) g5 O% a( o. s, U+ Y6 t
How you tried to set them free,
& c4 z' D9 N C8 k" D1 ~They would not listen they're not listening still, + M4 h1 v2 j0 W" S5 @
Perhaps they never will. |
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