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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 Z, c+ L& k2 b$ u, B* i. q( c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; @! v* P* F0 `! z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, m! `$ Z( a9 I/ O) _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' l1 ?( Y9 B4 |0 N% m2 {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* U2 ~: h, i5 |9 y" L/ ?How you suffered for you sanity, / L: J/ l1 i) Y- i
How you tried to set them free,
( `. F3 L5 R! o0 G9 tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" ?- P. Y$ f, D* V5 |4 EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! W3 N0 S' e7 M5 o5 ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. Z3 k% n! W N0 a" ?7 e9 \1 PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( G$ m" d) M+ F2 y" h3 DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ g* i/ ^; Q, ?8 b0 `6 U6 Y: V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " Q A. K: ^9 Y# c% g o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! Q. i- Q/ j$ u8 |7 {" B" }# Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 J. F" k% O5 W& C; |: r% _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 v- I2 U; x8 Z, qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 g- [7 o8 T( S* C8 s! ~: @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% E9 P9 l7 F) A4 I" w7 [* lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " {, Z9 r' Q' i* ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ a$ N% u3 F3 g6 C5 U; q- @; R* hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- |1 Q8 c% a! d; CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 y6 B8 ?8 }4 w- m6 oHow you suffered for you sanity,# A* a' h' A& \
How you tried to set them free,
, d2 s$ {" `1 @# f$ UThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# A4 G) t6 B2 |: }2 CPerhaps they never will. |
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