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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % M* n: j: p1 x( [+ R' ^; `1 Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; o$ O4 L4 D. T0 [" k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- X U1 Q- W/ Q; ?. R9 u8 P% ^( m2 |* V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 a) D) `. Z$ R# JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- F5 c& Q8 _8 m" g5 |; I" ]0 L
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 k( H5 V2 V/ H) v. jHow you tried to set them free,
! @8 U- Q" @) w" {, d! gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 N+ h4 T+ h L8 ?; X$ F& b, f) j& `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( Z# k# F+ D G5 p+ z& TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 v/ {0 i2 k2 R @" a! X3 I. D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ Q' S3 N. ~0 R. p. @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * y' k5 H) w5 J" @! Q7 p) ~# O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( e d7 v8 Z- y3 o6 D# j9 F6 r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 Q0 B+ F8 d1 p7 h
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 c: a4 I/ I2 ] b7 E3 B( h
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& W. l; r- r/ wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - F, T9 L; N8 J4 e1 x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . Z' k' P2 F. P5 A7 T7 {7 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - i. o/ [8 Y6 F1 L$ E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! W1 W0 |( r- p' Y) {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + e, t. x, S7 Q. H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 o# v9 T! ] u" [2 y2 X2 UHow you suffered for you sanity,# s' O) h! i$ N9 A' {
How you tried to set them free, 3 f4 u: F" E! I* [! V, V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 a- i" J# p% U2 ^' r5 s Z1 T. K7 hPerhaps they never will. |
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