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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' D' m6 [3 N" A8 S1 ~8 CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 d3 t5 X/ v5 W) e0 j$ y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ m! t1 r/ c1 q; z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 e3 \+ h# o o- `4 hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 g6 X& m4 j9 v! a! E1 @3 l5 aHow you suffered for you sanity, + B+ p1 k: G; M6 l: p7 l4 K$ k
How you tried to set them free,
+ c. d! c/ z& u+ i- }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- R# F7 K. F; {% c5 \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) S3 }, W3 n/ \- ~6 r* zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; [; @0 G# ~ M% ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) q& L5 |) S+ s2 H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " p* S, z0 ~. c2 a1 F
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
f9 ?: w8 P& o# x6 q& lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & w a! x3 F6 F1 n9 P: Q9 O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- R S9 R1 C; y5 o0 G+ c+ h' vBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 p. W, t" q/ ^# l; f' yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 ~" v1 a1 N/ V# `/ c' b5 b4 y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; X: R ?! C4 e1 }- l& u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 P% o D m) zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! d% T! y8 r# j' ?# R% Q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 Y/ ]: w) v) ^5 E% A
How you suffered for you sanity,+ a `( P2 H U' ~. O% \( g
How you tried to set them free,
& q( x1 P. g5 ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
" ~, g# T2 T2 U) K: t ePerhaps they never will. |
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