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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, r- F k, o1 f- i7 X% YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - {5 G1 o! B3 d E% O, ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," e6 u v' _8 t0 e% e" ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ Y2 ]) `( p% G1 GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 g9 A0 l$ d5 S# d* K. h# J7 d1 bHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 n( T: C- e/ c0 C7 H' Q
How you tried to set them free, 1 n2 q- A! Y$ C6 E# \7 }; T( {( d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - K6 z" y) [8 B- F0 {- k4 i* l }2 S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( O' I3 d" i1 G; H+ [' x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. A+ n8 Z* H3 k8 y. \& b5 pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . ^6 f5 `* z6 z% D
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,
' _1 T, I; P7 E. RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# U; Z4 B2 ^* \4 F/ I1 S9 |8 U* hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 d. M: E$ w/ h1 Y) p/ C% l
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% U8 k4 s. c- ]3 G5 ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, Q; b; G8 ^: L% o. K8 E9 M7 {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 x; K! U' n- X# A4 V- p" `' @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 Z" ~3 e3 A$ `' U$ f, ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 e; D- b( p9 m
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 n* q0 X8 v+ d" \0 lHow you suffered for you sanity,) Q, H& L' W7 H% z! V) v% K
How you tried to set them free,
* I) C6 L( H0 W1 v/ h; u8 v" ~" YThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ }0 i7 J* q i1 h- w+ b# U0 KPerhaps they never will. |
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