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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , R2 e* T, E7 b* z- L$ d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & |( a* P6 Z0 O, b2 u" ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) g/ [9 I. L/ @0 N( \: j& @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # L( n. x. h) h. ?9 w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! E2 W2 z3 e3 C" H: oHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ z0 B" P9 ]* n% C& Z( XHow you tried to set them free,
& U. R% r1 u5 p L& I% r3 zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
q3 o' A" R8 |; \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 R- }' F {3 x2 {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ |$ h( E) P0 I1 h6 E3 {4 @# UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : c' q8 b3 _. e" T8 K# `* `4 c5 }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 y6 {! ]" Z& W6 XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" o, X- ^' N# v0 s0 O7 J3 u0 o; tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# _; O- |& I( E# r8 mYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : E! @7 T- M; t- b
But I could have told you, Vincent, : q4 D2 y& \. a- G( v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / }# A! J6 M m* h) ]: |" g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; U' e7 K8 u B0 j8 P, mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 c! ?9 d0 P; g9 p" F+ N3 x* U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 ^6 B" q- H- L: ], |
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, # v5 O& v. Y% T' X
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 \ T" S4 d' p3 ^) L7 [" QHow you tried to set them free,
) U, f3 g) Z! R# E. CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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