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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 }6 G8 r8 o6 m* N7 V! m8 z) X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% d9 V& G" G5 `( s' _ U- WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 M$ b/ ]1 |8 [& n* |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 j) B' R3 S2 Z0 p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' W: s& s r. f. R$ A
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 ?6 v- Z6 _1 n0 S- E, y) |How you tried to set them free,
+ r" |5 f& I7 H9 oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * E H( j& f$ ?+ N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* V4 g/ N' z! {& q4 K5 ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( i: W3 \% X3 l% [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 Y7 x4 I2 E2 K2 q7 ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 l* v+ A3 ~( ?) N3 Y) A* k
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) A6 v* s1 z1 i" S5 J8 Y' vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . w! c3 q9 B' z- O! h5 g5 z' t R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & O8 u, `6 V. a4 n8 H
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' b ~2 v, ?! p- A! f+ j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; C2 i) f' c+ Q& XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 a; v1 g) K" B' g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - n: y! K/ S6 m) q3 V+ `5 S
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, ' R. O) ^- A7 w' K: {( R' U% g
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ l8 ^) D: |5 |/ p& B0 G7 JHow you tried to set them free,
/ m' e# x5 y0 T: M- E0 J, ]+ }8 U1 O; KThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 m5 W) A( w$ Z4 V4 m
Perhaps they never will. |
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