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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( h) Q# k) F/ c- o0 P" m fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 ^# L$ e y/ c* l" w0 ?# w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 {" ^. [. ]9 n) `" ]* S+ mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% X E! I$ T4 E# O& F Z! NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 L; `3 Z) }. |) O# p- ]How you suffered for you sanity,
8 [2 F8 Y, f/ |4 Q/ `How you tried to set them free, " D# B; Y1 H2 p3 G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 _7 |5 X/ h0 |7 x5 A, [4 `# m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " ~( W: e# O, K: i& f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 j3 ^8 g$ ]& A1 q7 h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; ^2 e) r: }* b5 ^5 S2 P/ G3 r. J
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,
; J! l8 C+ m2 d- x) L( CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; E0 _3 j1 x0 ^$ F3 W' F- w* sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " y' T ?: Q- Z( ?
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; L! q& x' ]0 B6 G4 k# i m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) f, c5 ^) t6 i: D" k; J b0 p" g: R
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - [+ y, k \% T+ a5 h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 Y. k5 o! J. h5 R6 O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- ~/ M$ S5 v1 P( y; v) aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - O! `/ g2 I0 k6 F
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ ^% ?, _# P$ h
How you suffered for you sanity,
, s6 T/ a" E* S$ g$ VHow you tried to set them free,
+ P. U/ Q9 G) kThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ n0 j2 V r6 o' nPerhaps they never will. |
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