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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! V L: R- i$ `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 r) m5 D- s6 b3 G$ i1 d* E( K5 B/ d. NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: n" ~7 I" {- D0 G$ b3 ?- M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 L9 ]& o5 u/ `) z# }. d4 P( \3 mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) t- z( l+ L9 c% H+ W& BHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 p$ t2 _" R0 QHow you tried to set them free,
9 a! t( l3 O! H! ?% j( a/ g) |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 z9 ?) s7 [; b! T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ I H6 Z* T) w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! J e) {& k2 F& S! Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 d, g9 v4 o! Q; _6 W
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, 6 o! }9 ^6 i. l7 E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) j6 q4 ]3 B& O' H" iYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# W4 p( \* z) H( g+ h9 P5 Q" w% tBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 g0 x. ~# k# W w) TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( ]* Y3 T5 |5 _' P* n/ f' _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- [9 @. N V6 T! qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! c! C( H7 b/ X' V3 Z+ j4 n! T$ Y( F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" B9 Q6 T4 r$ m* j7 _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! U8 }9 M9 |! Y9 t9 zHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 a2 Z. }4 Z3 zHow you tried to set them free,
1 c3 ]) P( o: d3 i4 h9 ~+ IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& n; T( Q" d( JPerhaps they never will. |
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