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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) Z+ M# C. n2 c0 P0 Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " Y* x4 A7 B$ s/ B) ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# S* L- s& \; x8 nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' o" U m: t/ LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 H0 w1 i* {" t8 W8 MHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 o* k Y% T, p( ~+ ~How you tried to set them free,
( a- Z+ a$ D/ I$ m' O' ~' p) aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' Q1 k3 M9 j+ D% [8 v2 L6 j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- K( |. n# O5 I6 HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 P$ i+ C$ c9 ?3 f$ L3 tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 q3 s' C s4 Y3 {
Weathered 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, & i3 u+ C8 h$ r9 ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 ^- h/ B+ U& U6 QYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' \8 v+ }3 R$ E4 I: M+ K& t( F7 F7 nBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 P$ n+ R* ], S- {& z2 EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; }% ]: T8 o( Q- u, m! ?0 w, a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 _% F/ i- Y1 j4 Y! {$ z+ [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . s: M: q( O& z, T8 F8 \( o$ z/ a$ p7 ^% |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " s0 }6 u, j; u, m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / @4 R' i$ [% s( c8 q7 E+ f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 I3 y! a( S, B4 M, I
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 j7 D: h6 J1 t, ? S/ x& Y7 pHow you tried to set them free, # m# ?" o* G+ n2 g5 Q$ {
They would not listen they're not listening still, M0 y5 S) [9 P6 e$ D9 w) F8 U
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