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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( F+ |2 h7 w3 k! v( n9 r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* ?% q B! p; [# q& \' B: b2 VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: q" I+ ]6 M, K4 J: }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ Y" x' r- _ N' z/ [( pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 A7 x9 ~3 D3 L B% }3 @How you suffered for you sanity,
o- Z/ ? L- ZHow you tried to set them free, - u9 r6 w7 I* G4 H2 B! S9 Q* s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: B7 u0 `% d+ \ z2 OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & P+ N5 ^: M/ E# i- F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( X' f# o9 l2 @4 U9 C" a7 \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : X5 V+ T* l6 r; j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' d& w% {1 [) L3 z t/ M6 t! S: _For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; ?, v4 l, _6 {* Z. w# \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! i. P, e% B7 X( x5 NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! u' F9 {, \3 h( ^0 f" YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 b2 q' C `6 X% w y, C2 ^/ l5 KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 G3 g# G; M8 Y' f
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ Q+ r$ H% K0 z& U& @ D2 E! v9 AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & [5 T: L1 |! r2 S3 g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, {0 U5 h+ L" J. g8 w0 t3 L8 T
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,
; _3 K! v m& }& M: Z; ~% G! t) GHow you suffered for you sanity,4 l0 q- O0 b4 x! t; j; t* p
How you tried to set them free,
. i2 k2 @( m! ^ d- U. x/ @They would not listen they're not listening still,
, @5 t, {; L7 e3 ?, WPerhaps they never will. |
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