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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / u1 B, a) h5 s. O. \& g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 \( D1 X: a l! X$ k# C. z G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 q9 K; @/ @$ M7 @4 v; T9 D8 }; ^6 R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 a9 j( G- G/ ?6 O& [9 ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ E5 S; H! A4 N# E0 m+ A6 MHow you suffered for you sanity,
) e$ H$ g3 z* j' p: _ V, @How you tried to set them free, 8 s* s/ a2 b# {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 e0 X: J, S4 p0 i3 d4 m( D) D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ e) s) E7 e" X: W& ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, D* i2 H6 e2 x. S: L/ D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 ~$ u2 O9 b1 RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 H9 ?; \! w7 M7 J5 O( UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, |# T+ I7 _/ R5 e8 ^0 d4 D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 Y& u1 q/ I. B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 T7 F# O1 t0 r! E# h+ }* I
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' M2 N6 ]! k& [9 S9 ], d6 uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 S7 z- m' w. c. z6 m9 XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. s0 J: B" q( J1 D) X3 o+ d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) w/ l) r% r# {6 u9 L( K Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ r& E& W1 }* S) T/ xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ _' b, a% ]) Q0 Y) qHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 e7 n" _& f6 k" a/ P6 g4 o: s6 U6 YHow you tried to set them free, ( |# N/ x: [3 g8 F, s' K) g$ q
They would not listen they're not listening still, & h* ]5 c& J2 K% w' N
Perhaps they never will. |
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