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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 v% D2 q7 f* @( w: L9 D/ |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, Y$ [$ G: b" d0 f4 Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& v$ S2 T% p1 I7 |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 O% [9 U0 i% D) H/ c1 Y, ]2 w1 B- yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# h* \* ^( G& UHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ h" I4 @0 D4 x# [& K4 {* _% ZHow you tried to set them free, ; K! g Y& H: y( g& J/ b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" J! a, F y5 @1 @! {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " N" O) Z2 Y/ }" G! X' j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; {" i# A" _8 p) g6 F9 q) c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 f( s: z9 S( \0 t' CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' Y* ?& x; i" p5 A4 a! x# ~) ^" ?
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! Z. U# `6 k! eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; V3 U# L# h, @' N- W" e( g9 \You took your life as lovers ofter do, + I: z7 s. a% X6 q% `. x5 i% T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" e+ U# a9 f) NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . h: M5 N) [5 E2 d) R* W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . g0 v* J# G0 u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( I5 P+ S0 p) l. c, h& j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ v2 V3 p; Y0 `# o2 jThe 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, 8 y* X3 K# `" ]: z6 x3 V. D
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ x4 `3 ?3 Z0 z0 e( o/ @How you tried to set them free,
! ^( w& I, j5 PThey would not listen they're not listening still, " M5 J: j/ v9 S: N3 O
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