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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( Y7 c4 I- K4 [: w) i% Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " S6 T N5 C3 D6 W1 `9 `$ g6 ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 e" w# o- a+ B8 b, A# g1 J% i$ M$ dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 D3 j& m* q9 D7 u5 u! t# \' B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 ?) ?1 J+ F/ |# t, @9 I5 W5 F- UHow you suffered for you sanity, & w2 Q0 C1 i, P
How you tried to set them free,
: a$ w! `9 d! ^" L e6 ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: P6 P8 w4 D, A% z- r- [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) {/ X7 B) Z& B3 F- i. i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 `' n4 Y" E' J8 D- E+ m: z9 WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' ]3 d. j3 I( v) J% D! j% y4 MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 f* H9 O5 u* fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 J7 k: Z0 \9 Z- j. D, v7 F4 T' L& s2 Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : f) Z2 y- ~9 y4 `. f5 k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: }1 f+ N# J, i$ r) S x# T$ `But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 l6 e* h" H2 sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" a. V0 K* ~' a, U1 MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , _9 E$ G K2 R1 a$ A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 g( ^) n6 ]; k# M& S, h. ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ v0 F6 b; ^8 F$ [8 [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ N7 z u) M& S* c- P5 v2 c# o
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" P y5 ^, C' S& OHow you suffered for you sanity,
* L! `/ t* g" zHow you tried to set them free,
% h& L. f# V2 H1 g% Q$ V* [They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 k. K2 ?7 q! I cPerhaps they never will. |
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