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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 U: C: W3 Q! r7 V$ OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 }- k' b: T' }8 L) b5 G% L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* _2 e% |2 M, s+ f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 b V% u: P: ]2 d1 D4 a9 I hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% x# Y% J8 U7 @ F' M9 {$ Q* b9 o
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 x. k5 ^ N2 B( b; ^! ?
How you tried to set them free,
8 d- B7 k* Y X! GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) G# D5 X$ q7 W9 \6 e+ s$ oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & z1 m9 \! ?& N7 b5 t) |, T9 {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; u& h! t( C3 ?5 H; n* ^) vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! f( G# L8 [& n3 |- W" b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 D" H- [! R4 W# c3 E9 W4 oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 m+ _# u8 ]4 y# |9 I# t7 M/ s4 e3 G2 Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 m. L0 Y& u7 XYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ m- P# o1 \2 e: W1 WBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' m, `/ e8 d% k. ^) K1 q8 [4 b( ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 D) ?# ?1 Q# M
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% \% L7 k/ ? E: ?. ~ `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 o$ V0 c9 F& s0 z& c7 c9 q a4 u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% Y* Z* V9 ]6 I/ `) zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 y h2 Q. D j' J7 V" v4 a, |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 o/ s; K! [" f7 R/ ]- k
How you suffered for you sanity,9 n' s b! @8 B1 P
How you tried to set them free,
; O7 V* Z$ n# t, _* KThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; _# H# ~; |; w1 r9 l
Perhaps they never will. |
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