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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 H# j1 E/ u) r5 ]; T! I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' h& W# W2 x2 z4 e; bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( R8 B$ s0 q6 F" D4 I( k* y% \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( u5 i: r' F& L6 T' C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, E0 u; A1 ~, n. u: f) d
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ k( A- f! @" p! r& O* K8 W ]How you tried to set them free, : n. u4 ~+ w- \. ~/ P# J8 ^$ @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' \! Z* T; _! e9 E4 c0 T" S* sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ p% G( N$ S0 G, Y% `4 C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 j1 E* g/ T4 ]: D! @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 h0 S6 k8 L) ~2 _" b1 M5 N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 u( \; R- [+ R0 l. P9 E$ J. MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! T0 z1 n. V% Z2 e/ `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* o4 |$ V* n9 u X4 R% iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) q Z6 o9 I4 x' ~; p; I
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 ` w" z+ l+ G" X2 PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # S9 h& K t$ Y. Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; D4 `' M9 d& D* i, x9 O# {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
S0 _4 {, t1 B5 V4 a! y1 lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 Q- n4 _! R/ X: z. [How you suffered for you sanity,
& y# E7 l% [- G* F Q3 zHow you tried to set them free,
4 P$ k1 y% u* f1 v7 w9 CThey would not listen they're not listening still, - H2 e6 \, Z% `5 t
Perhaps they never will. |
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