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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ Y- Z2 }7 G% h: @+ DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # X Z- l5 h2 |6 |1 T: c; D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# l6 b Q7 r5 W9 u0 q2 fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' x, t1 I9 v. I7 _3 T- u3 NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 }1 }$ o$ }1 I2 I% p6 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
# d9 e O: W. \How you tried to set them free,
1 z) M. A* l% M2 q4 JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * K5 p% ^/ U# r* V6 z7 m8 E7 Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 {; y9 A& J x3 m) i$ l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# I1 Z5 p3 o1 i# l' h# |. }1 C- ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# g& S; R* ?8 U& [8 C+ G, nWeathered 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, 0 n1 O2 o: n* O4 }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 {: l8 n/ d( _0 i
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 _) l/ e ~: rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 j+ ^$ ^: D, \& f6 c9 m4 I/ iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 @+ P9 W0 q, D
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 P3 I. l% N2 S% eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( N6 a9 M8 c% [: NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 H& [/ ]: ?1 c- N/ ~( ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" w$ }: F- Q% vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 s) G% a/ B; j0 \
How you suffered for you sanity,
! N0 V7 r/ o$ G: OHow you tried to set them free, + B+ ?0 J" ^! o2 R
They would not listen they're not listening still, : M5 n, z! j% q, _3 ?( z& N' y
Perhaps they never will. |
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