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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % `4 y3 `& A" s: A" N$ d* D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ @' \$ M9 i' z- F, ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 \5 Z# d' ?) M7 @5 VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' q; w- ~, I6 Z% e! I& _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 w+ i3 T" r: L' c3 W# `5 y0 HHow you suffered for you sanity, ! C# N' Y6 l9 D- w
How you tried to set them free, 3 e- C5 d5 t& r, g; U) [" Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' e t, R8 h: O/ o7 h; IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# F1 X* r/ ?9 F$ @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ~+ L G8 H( G* c9 |% s" d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # D4 t( z) {0 V2 G" u! Q8 Z$ S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 ?! g8 y) \( g; R7 D; z, l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 B( W8 `, {2 E3 g1 Q4 j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) ~" Y& U% v4 d" w3 ?' l2 ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 H+ P4 u" `' S* d8 [: z: U* M5 Q! UBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ T+ u: Q) f/ }: b- V! w& o% ~7 BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 _) E7 F4 y- B+ \0 |, W! l1 _7 A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 {' @/ A- p: C/ J5 y* @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; Y0 E! v9 b# M& U3 n G( _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 x- g2 G* k: D& D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) V5 _4 d" b# u% jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 b: Y5 I% T8 u1 |5 F
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 }& x! F* T. RHow you tried to set them free,
: Z. j" @4 C$ z# A* vThey would not listen they're not listening still, + S1 k0 T. d+ c6 R
Perhaps they never will. |
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