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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: x0 o$ Z* U1 _4 \& Y8 e6 F0 OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & h9 i2 ~ n2 s1 [7 |: y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 [$ z G7 I0 u0 _3 _$ ~8 p) Z: N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ A& i3 j/ Z7 [! Q/ S H+ ~7 T) PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! B+ y: q% @" J6 J$ K# XHow you suffered for you sanity,
' h$ E6 i, |6 S" G: `, U; CHow you tried to set them free, 8 J, ]' k( D1 A: m( R& {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 q# r$ U1 m% S" m5 }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" G$ j2 e( ^! `" A4 ~+ ~" FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % Y! [5 X* O" P+ a: f; e) ~8 W t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 O' ]* o0 W" G! L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + n7 O% M6 N' Q1 t x6 R" Z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - ^6 k4 g- O0 K" _5 B l ]7 O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% P! v& F9 G( w7 t( R$ |You took your life as lovers ofter do, - K6 t& T( m& t% q i, s2 s8 k
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! D/ Z5 c! C/ m3 C/ G6 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - e. a6 c) Z* v( i' h
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ ^9 V' Z, g/ f) I* Q2 D. ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 O% k, J; P0 O7 u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" p& J: ^: a8 ]) M5 iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & R/ t# | e" u) _
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' t; d) @0 D7 T0 X
How you suffered for you sanity,
: C2 o: B# d0 K# {How you tried to set them free,
8 ` x3 a0 F. k7 ?, ?They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 r9 G; X+ B6 m$ Y" [
Perhaps they never will. |
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