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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* F: I8 V4 V$ Z5 WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 x% |' W, S/ ~+ U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 r6 H9 r# F7 O# t4 iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : [- \8 |0 C; O6 o" @7 u- y4 r! B! ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) s& t: a& H) d2 C: D) h
How you suffered for you sanity, ) @! c$ @- \6 b2 H8 D h% |" H- Z
How you tried to set them free, % `: c% x' B$ _! b+ e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + Z+ w6 r5 C5 a" X- }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " Q: s7 X; E9 {3 G" n# ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 Q0 w, i; C, B0 f1 jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : p% U/ |! G/ U% i3 Q1 S: G+ S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' k( c4 e/ A6 `4 g# @& Q. ], i5 d, r
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# q/ y7 Y0 J& m9 }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' b8 q, h, P6 F( }- [% m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 S: j5 F R+ g+ x5 {But I could have told you, Vincent,
* }5 r* L' y: f# t9 J# y/ ?9 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . g+ x; J# z9 H9 S" n: y a: N% U
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 u* G2 l3 B2 r5 D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ [- @& s; y# V! F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * L* q2 n( i- D; Y; k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 I" k5 i& \$ |3 F( r( l6 t
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( a; v, T. H. R, ~How you suffered for you sanity,+ F( n ?5 c( L( ]: o2 L6 {
How you tried to set them free, ! q ?/ }$ d6 L5 u W
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 l* l" B% \5 `, b9 ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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