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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " A$ B r( @& r% N8 h3 O1 Y, |) [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! B ]$ l/ W, {* y9 g9 _& TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 B% l: w& X6 _4 T" I7 [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
D) \6 P8 Q# z: {. h, E8 ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% ?2 B: ^6 G+ K9 m" NHow you suffered for you sanity,
( w1 q P* R( v0 ?4 Q( QHow you tried to set them free, 5 A. [5 F. ~# d. m9 M& j$ ~/ }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % W/ [# I# Q) i/ B: P- e% C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" h, j- [' c# j2 S! |# A4 ~- oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , N% M" T8 k8 N. ~) f3 v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 p: M! }- f! Q; I2 q8 b/ \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# u5 Y& }( P5 oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 R- t( a! t$ S E5 W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 ]) U% [/ B4 S- E8 h0 {3 zBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 l% o" m' Q% Y f- l$ _5 M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 Q5 D2 i1 |4 `8 z& }
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' W( B/ Z* |+ r& O3 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* j4 S f$ ~$ C7 C. H& vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 h0 Y' S8 c0 A) i' K, `; ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . V) Z0 g" g' W+ M
& Z' |3 v V0 ?2 C: h" yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) p( y# T) O b e; w0 N3 ^* x0 YHow you suffered for you sanity,
& i+ a" e; H# t, G1 zHow you tried to set them free, 1 \' J# n, \2 Q2 O3 j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 b: ]4 K, D) {2 B+ NPerhaps they never will. |
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