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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! `' z5 K+ p/ }0 e4 f# H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; h1 }# u( R, J/ b; N* S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ A L* ^) ]5 @9 p l1 ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! ?$ F) ~8 O2 t0 ~0 ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) Q; ~* U5 i: a* Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
" v+ `. c" C6 o5 k+ M" k+ K6 jHow you tried to set them free,
5 b& @1 I1 E+ H) M: Y ` XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) M% H8 l2 S [8 d; D7 bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& f8 ~& F7 [! X9 m; K6 l5 I9 _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % B0 j% M" |: X& l! g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. z4 N8 e) A; `, aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 ?% F# p% b" GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 z0 n/ F6 U! {; u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# v8 M5 Q* }. w* Z$ W( k5 ^You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* d$ }6 T' I' \( ]' ^+ [But I could have told you, Vincent, + i3 j3 f4 C3 \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 D3 S2 P' K- fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( J& t$ z, c% `5 T; N. iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* x5 m3 [% C& {) G1 o: `+ dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ q; k0 x5 A: J) K: k3 _
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 d8 v/ @7 I. {8 a
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 Y8 T/ q* I+ }8 pHow you tried to set them free, 9 L" X% t0 x1 I$ E. Q, D
They would not listen they're not listening still, % v' _; e4 F9 b: ^8 B' ?3 A
Perhaps they never will. |
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