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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' a: ~4 H3 ~) S% {8 d) P, L2 r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 S) D# i7 i& w+ O. E9 U+ X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 ~- b4 M N) V. ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % G( @* k2 l% m& |4 @! Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 ^; A- a+ G0 YHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 n) ]0 |& k0 T; f
How you tried to set them free, / u" o8 V$ U7 X$ {, E* q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / F1 i' Z# l9 y3 [) L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + X8 ?7 T x. o3 T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ |; J- K( f. }- c: x* aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# _* F; S6 g a" z8 qWeathered 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,
5 _# }% B* }/ F) xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 |& w- u" e7 {4 j& b' [, KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . f8 L- P3 A8 j" E1 [. Z- t. \% U
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 p. R& ]) e0 N( C; C% \ {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ O4 a2 _* Q# i1 c+ `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ r* M# z$ L7 SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # W) c% B' y- Z$ `7 T/ {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; A5 \# F3 {1 |8 B$ r& U( {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! g) w( w; N# X* N0 z7 W( a2 aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. k p) q) h* a! q* B9 vHow you suffered for you sanity,
, p' ~9 ]/ U5 h, BHow you tried to set them free, % _& u! S0 U6 B7 u+ c
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- I, ^: w" J4 rPerhaps they never will. |
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