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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 `5 x) w& R% w; n5 g! j; x$ q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. N9 Z3 s8 N; B- L) y4 v% s4 iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! b9 J$ @# {* z3 Z+ z% X1 \( l" JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ ?1 G9 h- y( ?0 YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 i" d1 r6 ]& q6 H5 ?
How you suffered for you sanity, , R3 R8 \2 R% s: m& f
How you tried to set them free, & i0 I5 F+ J! ^5 k9 p" O+ B4 S# n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' [' s% P1 v. ~' {$ O& PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, ?7 ^9 r+ B5 {' hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " B( e) y2 U2 e' ?( Q, B s9 g/ c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 e1 L9 w J h/ [" m/ l
Weathered 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, 1 L' a! _ o( u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ ~; r. ^" ]$ m, n% _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ o) E: W: R0 M6 a O9 M+ iBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: e; i q$ t; k& [# P* h( {; gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) X: S* G- v# A3 q# e+ B% MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) y5 V4 K9 }0 W7 B0 ?2 K9 K1 |: |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' `) @4 e! Y0 o( nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ N! b1 }* q, B1 IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. X5 k3 T; i+ |2 V6 ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + g2 O6 u, c5 R$ X
How you suffered for you sanity,
: i: I) h( O) h9 UHow you tried to set them free,
# h/ _0 i# s& ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
; S- b( h! z4 WPerhaps they never will. |
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