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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # ?$ ]0 v/ J' A, J$ ^; Z/ U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! I7 M4 e; I2 A4 OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 `. _: \ M j W: {, w& n b+ N3 JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 ?% O! v7 j. M8 i4 a; m" C/ bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- R4 z. K" F `; m: q# ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
# j6 K" d$ F, C" A/ L+ ?How you tried to set them free,
f8 O8 Y4 f" _- W/ E' fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# J8 Z: q! P, m$ R/ fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* v" U9 O+ e! R6 B' GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# R- f# o5 z' E$ x% oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, t/ |1 v! l2 VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 S% D. S# }! E! a+ T* F6 d, J3 L1 yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 G( _# {1 i: `+ Y9 D* D7 sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % _* a) z! |- t6 k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ P3 d5 \# E" G% c4 QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- S' E, f' Z1 g' U' JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( q" q2 N1 |# m. K( G8 Z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* J" |8 c$ @8 ]( e/ |) L6 ?: zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , j0 R: t& \# v. x! u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, w& L0 ]& _5 ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 D$ s, l" Z$ u3 R/ ^2 U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + a1 Y1 s5 I) k- P8 g/ Y2 h0 W `
How you suffered for you sanity,
( }1 ^& M1 E, y0 b# {How you tried to set them free, : m* h0 p* s6 c" Y
They would not listen they're not listening still, / o; R0 g, U9 v1 l2 K
Perhaps they never will. |
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