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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 M' J2 X; E# u& W% W0 L9 ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( \" U1 ]5 B8 T1 H2 w2 d3 nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 f; Q) O! D. p+ N3 W+ i1 N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 r3 {5 ]& r: y' F- g, p9 i3 D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 A7 g- n# U: d& c$ H: C: d7 u1 `
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 B1 y- H2 d& C( VHow you tried to set them free, # P( g: l8 d% I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: @5 h4 W8 A% i8 ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 Z& r6 r5 ~1 d9 \' w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 | b2 p+ i3 A$ c6 gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # W/ \) F n/ R- @7 `7 X4 b7 A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 d0 {! N( c' `+ g, kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , ]7 Z4 e) c+ V* |6 x, `" ^/ h/ D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
w2 y0 E2 v3 Y& M4 {4 l4 ~" TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( C* p, ~ G |# E
But I could have told you, Vincent, . [( k) n' o" R9 _, _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 |9 p1 j0 i# ]' w3 W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 z% F) p/ S5 o n5 X7 E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 t$ T: w! ]* b) a7 P( ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 J! L) z7 K% K- R# c& d5 s
The 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, : _; x D; T5 j( X- T
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 y6 @$ E$ ^! t+ B, T; u0 I ^How you tried to set them free,
% g6 _6 K9 a* FThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 R T/ V' B `* V
Perhaps they never will. |
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