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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ M* B% F: A8 X6 @8 O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! X1 j2 o3 P. E, `' y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 J2 ?8 m% r/ j( m, J% o7 wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( k8 a$ d7 P8 ~7 sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# S$ X, V+ L5 y% K" T1 k
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 D9 W+ _4 _6 ^9 A: J1 d' s- q' X
How you tried to set them free,
J/ l- z$ Q8 F( {2 ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 b) M' n6 L3 d' B6 _- L5 {# wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 }) n+ ?3 K4 h& b# y# U: T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; ^! {, i9 G7 b5 d: f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ f4 W' K% @$ @( o; ]3 \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! m d7 g, A# P
3 L3 s( {( c' g3 {; ~. yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 n5 B0 j$ s" @2 C+ C4 @" i5 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& c" A6 b& T3 c7 G: X+ d. {You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 E U4 o+ N8 Q- Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; q' R7 Y$ G1 Q5 d) V6 E' d% mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - `0 R% z: Z6 t1 d# P& Y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" C- P- E$ D# W+ U: AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( M6 O" ~6 D8 f8 H& @, ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 ~* C, W; y+ X$ C0 u& h8 j
The 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, ( M0 Q/ w* T. i: K
How you suffered for you sanity," `+ M) g/ K$ ~6 |" G& t2 u
How you tried to set them free, $ C2 I5 S' Z* [* m, r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! O( q# I2 T: f1 r) e/ y% U- _Perhaps they never will. |
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