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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 J/ Z# g% Z/ i, B3 C4 T3 e8 PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / q8 I$ J3 Y% T. R" M: z, C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 ?0 @: p2 P$ A) v4 r5 W+ RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; s. {: U5 m. h5 d0 n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) b* a; D! v/ K# e' E v- N6 b4 j- k+ L
How you suffered for you sanity,
! S- y5 n" ~- ]. O2 J5 CHow you tried to set them free, 8 w( Q2 ]' i8 l( D! l+ |$ ~$ i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 P9 v, W0 t. n6 [4 L8 @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( H8 o; q7 U2 Q. K3 W. ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# }; L" o0 e4 j' X3 W: b" S# Q6 o( wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) e: {/ m& C! |" E t' bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 v* G+ @. J8 x: A% A% jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; H2 }$ P$ o4 ?, r5 q% ?/ Y# q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 V4 R7 M6 w+ t+ OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* S( O2 }( u$ {# M; F4 ]But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 S1 C/ ?: Q( z% d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : R4 d: D. [8 H) q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 i/ R$ G. V0 ]$ S8 bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 D4 e! g7 Q( z) J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 P/ ~9 m6 F9 \: H$ m EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " \ M: N9 O; O1 h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( v+ J% I* @, I6 F( I" m) LHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 e& V2 `1 P- C- R$ B" M6 {How you tried to set them free, 6 [& k& \: E5 t. Y
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) h2 `0 I3 v/ w2 N# j, r
Perhaps they never will. |
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