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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . g# _/ _0 `/ k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! [% Z( t) O8 \4 V/ T* {% Z" s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," V( M4 B. H( L0 r$ w& @. A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
B: A& ]$ _2 x* YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 p7 `) Y: U% Y' v1 A( M+ X) J
How you suffered for you sanity,
! F& o6 g* t. IHow you tried to set them free,
2 h( l$ }5 A, N7 v: f" M& oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # U d7 r* E, l' r+ U- p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 [+ d, ]7 [% h' `/ g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . b, |( j! |, o) Y/ W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " x1 D4 h0 J% i
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, 0 M6 f' G; `0 W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 {6 A( S' D, ?7 Y/ wYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 T7 R3 L- `+ Z1 @; ]7 r
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 A( z! T" o6 K' H, Y6 b' r, e( |. wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 h% N+ Z g& \' G7 U7 aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 w: ~0 W+ H. J& {' jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 c5 c, \4 H6 w! s) K# aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* e3 E6 W: ]* g- }- v Q' g+ r/ ?8 LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) o! N m, |0 p: Y: [8 W! Q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; _' D7 k Q0 V' T. F
How you suffered for you sanity,
- `4 x0 H. k$ \% J, o5 \' OHow you tried to set them free, ) A- \, h. s1 Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 O( f9 K; I. K+ x B9 L' i
Perhaps they never will. |
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