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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 b9 i4 z# E- I; A% a T, t' V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) J; S$ o: O4 d2 C( Y, a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 A$ M. U, O' O( }. h! I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 [3 g% b" {8 H: a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 h w9 e' g; K, L6 F; g" Z, p% I
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 ?" m5 u8 p Q3 e
How you tried to set them free, $ Q& J0 A: q6 ?! y' i0 b# b: |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# C5 B$ U/ B8 \/ f* RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) W' `9 X4 y* z- Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + z. }- t- a; O/ p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * \2 o3 Z% d% m! d8 o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " u! W; Y+ @& D5 m# F
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( J/ N/ P+ j% d b4 C: }1 Z, ~; }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 `; z1 t. C0 w7 N* ]9 {You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 ?6 w J ^% }But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 [) e, } Z a4 K' i7 y, U9 j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + N [7 Q6 i+ u) a1 ?) r% d+ x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ k! W) d: w5 e1 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. ^# R3 l- Y b# a5 _) TThe 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,
1 K9 U- \( s* Q5 tHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ L/ z- c* r! F3 F! ]/ w4 eHow you tried to set them free,
$ ]9 X1 T- K1 vThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# ]# W! [) V4 j: [$ z. y. ePerhaps they never will. |
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