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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 S1 S$ ~$ p( m' q. S0 U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % [3 {! X, L: m% k4 j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% X& k0 l: c4 ~+ I1 o z; rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) L' g- @; X W& X8 C# YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 D6 z L9 z, s9 e; N7 T
How you suffered for you sanity,
, [8 ?8 r+ ?: c. _: MHow you tried to set them free,
) O/ \ U- s* {, g5 j+ rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 Q$ U: k0 [1 E% C2 j* s; [# D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 X% J# K$ H- E3 j' RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 i [& T: [) U! k! ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' s' w# j9 b: J- m8 fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - ?( y$ U+ R$ Y4 q+ j8 ?0 J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ u$ r3 J& d9 W; ^5 o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; f: U4 c3 V8 N1 v9 h/ E, D# r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 b! m5 h, H1 m2 S* g2 d
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 c6 P0 i* H# I& o+ \0 A# F3 a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" U* N1 T! _1 p* RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# I. m1 ~3 G. M; M' hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 l t" p+ y' MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 C3 L+ R( g- l4 l8 i
The 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, + U. T7 u! H# t- y0 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
, A& g1 h* a wHow you tried to set them free, 1 S( [5 S1 A# H9 ]. U, P* G
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 d& ^8 Z' H2 F* t
Perhaps they never will. |
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