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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- V: R1 M7 G, ?( u/ F7 qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 `) l5 j. V5 P& \8 F; l, D Y+ X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# } ~/ i: P9 s& I& Z; o1 WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / c) I0 o- P; ^1 z. m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 k; D {7 s; f) I7 nHow you suffered for you sanity, . F+ t7 z6 O" _( N
How you tried to set them free,
7 i, h, |* s2 N+ L! a6 u% IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 P$ e: @3 I; M: ?/ [9 h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( c$ ~9 U2 M- P% Z' J+ s, w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& Z9 u7 _3 U, \' u/ I1 P: |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( f6 H& T8 l! C. \, i B$ o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 g- j7 G s0 t7 ]
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 G7 T2 o8 }7 u, d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 T0 I9 I9 s- p$ Q" R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. D$ U+ C1 P6 y+ H2 v# tBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 R" o3 N% ^9 x+ E1 WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( X% q9 c# F; {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
_. F6 s2 h* c$ R& {- s, ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ N( ~1 a3 ^: G7 f% q) R) B+ yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) q; ?$ L$ O( c* s7 P- Z0 U, ^7 O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; d' D$ O" b/ }0 ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + N9 ^, o) g4 L/ \5 g% h$ s
How you suffered for you sanity,
* Y1 _, x+ G- wHow you tried to set them free,
+ c. p% V$ M3 @4 `0 pThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ T- n7 Q. t( w% I& K \7 q8 TPerhaps they never will. |
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