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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, ^7 l, ?" _& ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , t3 X/ |9 z/ e. [! n+ f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( |) {7 g* \2 A7 G1 c2 @* L! ~- [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ Q; C: d2 O0 h! i8 _4 G/ MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ U/ ^: [( s2 ?5 R/ D
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ f& R8 l+ c% u$ JHow you tried to set them free,
6 {4 m9 s- B" f+ p6 FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( A! J: {/ X+ ~$ ~& aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # p& z5 y# o5 g4 g3 r# S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 N( {6 L5 r2 EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! S2 z: C3 v/ e( E3 X7 }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + Q q* |7 S- K7 j3 k U1 C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; p& u5 V! x% H2 a, o2 ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; ~1 k2 Y8 |5 x0 U! U- ?+ `% cYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( Y3 h3 X! S. P9 D# lBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, ]+ p% [5 h& V+ N @* G' P5 g3 I6 xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 l2 S+ ^% X' |' u% u, q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 k* n; W5 f8 Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 x+ s l; p$ ^' T' }; {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / G! x* u( E: L' Y! _
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' y1 j$ i1 y% x! g% m& oHow you suffered for you sanity,
# }, ?1 X) @( t0 f3 jHow you tried to set them free, 6 U7 N& y; I: L! j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. o/ {* d7 W: }" R0 Z' YPerhaps they never will. |
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