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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 D* v7 }% Y. {( {& _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " T* D9 ~7 ]% u2 [* o/ X, K- [+ M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ R* x- G q* ]( b' d" ~5 zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# j3 W8 q2 e! n2 FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 H5 c2 X5 u; t; Y. F
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 s+ ~2 N3 _8 w% h
How you tried to set them free,
3 }0 Z [: r* _* BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 x7 S5 A$ i; y# p8 L- c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) u! D3 M" [8 M) [+ q! ^8 tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 T% u! R; ?2 w7 }. `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 c& s( N; q2 a" n1 b m+ x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : d' B1 D9 y! f' c4 F; x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 v5 H7 h/ m$ e# [6 a+ A: SYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 g: z+ Q }, ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
~8 F1 @6 [, [5 FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " f( q* [; Y. {- W- P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* }' B1 j" ?/ u/ C5 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 ?$ O7 f' D3 z4 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, @! X. ]- Y) ]% LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 a$ o& _2 G& h2 ^- R0 b
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 S5 ]. `$ b: mHow you tried to set them free,
/ d1 ^; H H+ Z, b5 h& a' a, _! tThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 q! Y$ E: D# uPerhaps they never will. |
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