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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- B& H4 c3 B$ e5 @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 m3 R, x' e8 N7 v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 r( p3 @- [$ ?: n- h- fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , e2 T4 o6 F. v# q2 @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! ` K1 a! y9 S9 m% \4 t2 J
How you suffered for you sanity,
: N; z7 y" F4 |' \% EHow you tried to set them free,
, V" N7 I' i U! U _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : E/ u: b8 l6 C& U8 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. F) w u5 r: T4 [# DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 v9 J* I5 X2 v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, I& P! H* s1 R( a0 MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , [& {2 e# o( Z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; m Q2 D; N, Q* Q- p& ~9 ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' }; l3 i0 q- B# Y" D, A0 U yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + E) K: G- b7 [/ D; e
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 [' R) b: I( H0 Z- `1 i f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , D$ h+ T* s7 H4 D( N5 c( a6 R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& F* J2 t" C6 F3 k5 NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # t/ A" @/ x0 t: [$ G, \) t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 `, G+ v8 k4 E8 ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ D- M8 }. x# R& v1 r; ]; a$ {: }How you suffered for you sanity,
+ ?$ _8 w g k4 PHow you tried to set them free, 1 u/ L) s% c; ~ v; D, r1 W* [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; o" c: a: g1 u1 x# lPerhaps they never will. |
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