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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 o% a( `; Z# d5 I# k0 B9 t/ m# nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 [" E: X; l& y) FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: X( ?/ N& K# }0 j+ t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, y' @* m/ u' G4 s+ k" m3 ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ i% U) p0 |6 y! i" O4 V
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 q5 x% W7 ~) z) P b$ GHow you tried to set them free, # [6 T! y2 p3 X9 w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 S# D* W' @/ r) e4 r9 d, ^1 ^* cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , K8 I! I2 O7 C, }- {5 h; J; R4 {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ b- M9 l$ u7 j& F) hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; e: w1 H9 @2 h9 J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 p0 W: l$ w* n, }5 r' S% @# ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 y! u% H3 @. X. ?; F# S X( CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ Z R8 {& o; j. d8 C! s
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ h9 F& t, m) p0 D! eBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- g" G3 y# m: Y% x9 ]- S. s9 w1 ]5 l4 ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 Q4 O& p$ H3 F! O0 W1 {; I% g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 c5 e! M# S, f7 }' _. v% `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& W8 \1 y9 e M: m% E. zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 ]# i V, L; K! C) o7 i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % c+ |( n L1 }( ?5 c: D" e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " O c5 N$ m7 f8 a- |3 U+ L4 e; ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
; K& F& R$ }& S6 WHow you tried to set them free, 4 C5 ]) ~; a1 ]" [( {6 g
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 {+ S$ b4 i& U/ w/ P" l& q& IPerhaps they never will. |
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