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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * U3 g1 h* n1 T. N v- M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 p2 s' c. i3 @7 m, X* ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! C5 V; d1 C# Q5 n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- n0 h% d$ m# SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 v" g6 W: p8 j }, gHow you suffered for you sanity,
* R) J+ l6 Q. `8 ^, r1 fHow you tried to set them free,
y: Y/ t+ A% p' x3 p% OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
_, N; ?+ q0 Y4 t/ YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 N4 A2 e$ D- J1 H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ x$ ]; s& O$ {2 E. lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 M& W2 c5 c6 Q" T+ ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & P* L1 T/ [! }* \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 ~. Q! b+ ~+ k% I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! y! d1 e, s9 C2 k I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 a* B, T" C5 }
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 G6 L! v+ I* u1 ^+ ~8 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + }6 N4 c+ C, T, k) `6 F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , ?0 @! `* d! @/ a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " v& q0 d" P, b5 b+ F6 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 I9 D+ K8 { }/ m8 _# \* N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , ?' ^5 T+ y, b0 {, H2 j
How you suffered for you sanity,5 m T1 O# U. Z" ]! Z
How you tried to set them free, " a# ~/ |) ^0 a& U6 ~. k2 P
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 v% z" I0 P% R! C
Perhaps they never will. |
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