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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 ~9 m Z3 |6 f- Z6 n; e4 R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' h5 i, V, w$ E" m1 ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# N$ Y( `7 T- ~; a% |, C0 jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & v" H- A/ D: c$ K9 N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) j/ u' f9 ~ J2 Z S% wHow you suffered for you sanity,
" B: l) F& a. n: J4 DHow you tried to set them free,
& w+ @# b% ]# c/ c$ a0 H" ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ P, B# C: @7 \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 }; S4 Z( Y4 B! U6 NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 a3 D% m+ e9 \3 }$ i) G7 X) FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : z) i2 N7 d4 `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 C$ u5 `8 U6 c. a% N; [5 RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, v4 o$ P* H' C3 I$ wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# b6 X- j6 F4 |3 B3 ~( yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- A$ J# S3 D2 ]1 K+ q" c+ \But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 C4 }4 J. p# Q; WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 i( `; ^- |7 I! d/ P$ v8 r1 ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : O! s5 m! J4 T4 f2 z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, P$ G3 v/ k/ A& u/ I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 `1 }% B3 B8 D) e1 iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 H- Z# Q5 \3 s& i, ?How you suffered for you sanity,
h: K) A9 G4 O9 ]- u) O8 |0 p; O. sHow you tried to set them free,
0 W- R/ d, H4 E( j, [7 [. V" f- BThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 Q5 n* [1 d \% k8 }/ H: kPerhaps they never will. |
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