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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, G/ O3 K: D* y4 ?5 c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + S0 A0 z4 }/ W3 z* a& q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
L1 R1 h0 N* M8 y4 }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 o2 M/ _/ M% Q, W6 ?8 n# Q. JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) Y. H7 t3 V. ~7 }) v
How you suffered for you sanity, ' z8 J# V- x3 g, A5 H
How you tried to set them free,
" X+ M1 N( M3 d' S/ L, n1 J5 FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 o/ o. y# D6 w q2 p, fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! X$ S8 B5 M# m5 X5 }0 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
B1 j& M: D+ v1 HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 V4 F5 y% C: x& j8 j9 ^. x4 ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 y2 X6 X2 s3 B$ RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- S$ z9 O" a9 l9 S: pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 E5 t8 O# N9 T M# Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 ]8 n j% d) Z1 @But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 G. X3 a# Q! A- ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) O/ O* U/ K- ~5 y( n( BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, x: W6 {) y, p- v1 F: w9 V4 lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, o0 V: ]: s7 K# N; R, T7 e2 rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 }# N1 o! _2 C1 Q1 I$ I5 ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 l/ u: l+ k; N j
How you suffered for you sanity,4 J/ V, t% H& d3 ?+ g( v
How you tried to set them free,
. d& K! i. @* G8 f& X8 E) ^' MThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 m6 f# A! D2 q/ G/ `# f) m. `
Perhaps they never will. |
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