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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % {' Q# R! s" D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 ?/ V6 ~9 g6 n4 d& z: r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: A3 h/ ?& p) N' n) x/ @6 I& o3 qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 G& I2 r8 r% ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& R7 P9 }# u, B: [2 F+ VHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 v. r1 e8 n a( ?1 \
How you tried to set them free,
6 D! s. _" y& m* `7 \/ X L+ X7 k- ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ B7 P) v0 {' M8 b. `: F1 x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, v# d" b0 l; g; ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 ~0 j: R z' z! |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) L. Y9 A- Z/ O7 f2 t+ @9 oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 G2 @' O5 z3 b" T0 V& z5 ^/ G& u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. r) T# \. H8 x) B1 X8 K3 B) GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 t- u ]+ A I' V. k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) n: o9 `' f5 F* B# LBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 [* B0 W6 Q5 [8 i' ?7 g9 o0 GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 g! s' O5 f2 m1 s9 V1 m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, I/ u5 T# D: B" J( p3 h! vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& ~2 v) C0 ]( pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( [) z+ N; p& O% u. D2 i9 ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 T; \ t+ x* r( R& j) p! m4 H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # S6 ^1 l2 ^) S0 z4 z8 K
How you suffered for you sanity,
' L% |, s4 H; K2 l% ~/ @How you tried to set them free, * i! s' M, w2 v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 G& o$ F+ F3 d: F0 b+ F$ ~, \4 gPerhaps they never will. |
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