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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 a2 H" d$ g4 K3 g; lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ a$ o# \* ^' X% J, n- S% SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# m. G* d6 h* G, T0 E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ N! v% v+ {" \( I) pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& n! e- t1 I, p) J
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 r( w: S! i4 s& m. g' CHow you tried to set them free, * n y# F! X# C& z9 \3 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ ~6 K$ c2 z9 Q9 _$ R. P3 ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . R2 Z$ o5 H) I: V6 M" [1 _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* u4 r% z, H& }) }% M, rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 S1 g7 d3 D% M9 o; @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . A) ?% U4 ^6 g4 A, `" w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' d& o; |" f4 j+ y+ @! Q4 s5 B. C+ @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) t8 r& I8 t& P7 N( J9 k, F* ~! yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' \$ B: |; T1 \5 I" c* J7 s
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; g+ M, g" t* t3 b! H/ SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / O0 q9 G& {5 X' d, R8 p' h
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 Y8 n5 J- P6 GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ |- ^3 \$ d/ s" e# r- i( i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( K! a5 z& Z2 E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 P! W/ r2 p& h1 Z" e: M" ]
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! k( w$ e/ d! N8 ` I% LHow you suffered for you sanity, u1 U1 a! }5 R0 Z
How you tried to set them free, ; I W) K. A$ c) ?
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* }- q0 S$ M8 `/ ?Perhaps they never will. |
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