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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) H) q& y4 S* i$ W" cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; J4 Z7 M8 [! L/ ?$ K! ^1 \: c# ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 U: b$ ?/ ]3 Q" F- ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / y8 y, @3 f5 \( G* w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 H6 W7 ^, T/ F4 g+ r4 [How you suffered for you sanity,
! U% z8 c4 e9 ~5 EHow you tried to set them free, % o _. z* A" a" `, p( d! | h' ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& R, _ @& Y+ J$ X, ?0 w$ }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; I/ A9 w% G8 v; N! o P" MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 b0 k9 B0 J: B7 ~- L) ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 x+ D8 e. I8 O. r( G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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w6 b* D1 `# P4 B$ aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 |: i) M2 }9 Y5 SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 ^1 N" b/ Z2 ], Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 L+ W/ f' n& x aBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 x; q N% s7 C: {2 Y. X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 Y) ? f V; h# I$ d5 u
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# e9 \6 B/ i2 K. WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 h* t; k, W0 x. O+ j' ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 E: ^! I, H6 M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) U, q; v; l2 U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 T7 R ^/ l/ z) L
How you suffered for you sanity,
; s# Y0 E7 D( ^6 yHow you tried to set them free,
' Y S4 l/ U4 D) RThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 W6 w9 a! Y' @4 _0 ~# W8 E- GPerhaps they never will. |
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