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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 F8 l, W# ^! }2 X( p. ?- a/ vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. C/ F, ~& l0 X. i8 J9 V' lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( F/ T8 o" G& X$ A9 WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 Y5 A) r2 o1 i/ s8 D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% K/ Y5 ]& o/ {* ?" p: A
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 L/ O% E, c7 {0 a* t7 L- s3 i0 _
How you tried to set them free, % G7 r# X' K6 H& F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ j! F0 f& X1 TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 M. h+ ?; f3 f: E. P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) q: D, h; F# |3 K' o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 m- |9 F/ n: M9 W4 XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 y. T5 J% g% U8 D% _
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , [( m8 K8 q) g" b% k- `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 p9 R9 D; `4 c! }6 p7 MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 {5 i* D' c; j v! f( n
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 w1 B8 P- y7 d9 t7 b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : S% F+ r2 A g( E8 ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' a9 J- |% {+ |+ N* x: KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + Y, o2 @0 Q H/ S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ e8 v1 k" n M3 ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! s- B0 {" A# F8 I% X
How you suffered for you sanity,6 @5 J) f8 w; u' }# h* k7 m
How you tried to set them free,
* _! ]/ F8 Q" A" W9 N! v) [/ YThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 B6 V, n. q7 u$ }! M
Perhaps they never will. |
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