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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- f; N; F, Y3 f/ c6 NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 K! V1 t: n3 C* y7 I% y2 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* G) ^6 Y+ v4 y3 _" B. }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " S3 t% W' s& I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( F/ A* T! T! N, N8 T6 c& {# e& yHow you suffered for you sanity,
. L' a+ ^5 j3 z5 j/ LHow you tried to set them free,
! r8 G0 j& e! S9 c4 ~- YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( ]. B4 [, E0 QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - z8 i- i5 L& ~6 K% W( C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 \5 o1 P, |4 f. b- B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, M, `5 a, L3 S8 R1 B! F! H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + T3 [0 F) P: v [
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ F2 i y1 }* HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" n8 Q( s% r% H MYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ X% P1 Z# E: j z6 xBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. G# J: d" w' S, c8 h7 I" @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ l2 g q+ C4 q" k2 }' v# z0 I
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# H% U# `9 Y0 C5 m' vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
@$ T1 Q3 e: U: DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, \" ?4 T& U+ i& c5 QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( \7 C; }# m! F3 h. U# g. c4 eHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ m# Q$ P8 q6 F# a0 VHow you tried to set them free,
! c, J0 z4 i1 U; p2 LThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& m v( X$ O' i! Y* x, kPerhaps they never will. |
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