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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 h6 P4 }$ L1 b* {' FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; _: o, T2 E, B9 t! ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ k' p4 }: L0 }5 `9 g$ }" T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& T% W% I% H% o8 aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 O+ b) H6 ~2 W. i7 Y: U1 @How you suffered for you sanity,
2 C$ W* p8 j% M) s0 u% CHow you tried to set them free, + F! J" v! h: R( a! g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + a2 L) j8 I5 I) t- v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 i+ U& K# q4 X: D @9 X# ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - ]% _& `" x d# V6 R% z- j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, H$ ?, t7 {3 @7 Q @8 w2 Q+ I+ IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 ]$ L# R+ e4 p9 V! CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 U* w0 S6 j! J" EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 _- J4 J7 q2 q* d
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: U+ j0 a H7 R9 O" j6 EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- y. y+ B" q$ h1 ?1 o; ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * u+ D' q' H9 ]8 E6 J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + ~( L3 @: V2 Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& L$ E; [3 A8 M& |8 YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : O, a8 k: g2 ~9 T
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' F8 y6 l1 i6 Z! q
How you suffered for you sanity,, V+ R: b b! @ l* N! Q* C
How you tried to set them free,
. ~& N; _$ }* w: }! o" K q8 [They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 }% e3 l# u3 v" D* t* p) xPerhaps they never will. |
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