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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# K1 \$ X9 W0 ?: s' x T+ qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 h! l" f$ h" [7 U! N6 u2 V; O6 X' C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: u% A' U- d7 ~% }0 k1 Y- s: v4 t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 b% N/ x9 [! M0 U1 iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 \% L5 M. p/ Z
How you suffered for you sanity, ) \+ X2 e1 j$ {" O8 @
How you tried to set them free, $ w1 Z8 Q! \3 [7 G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; p) C0 w3 Z( ^9 a6 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; _/ ]# |0 W3 e q8 U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 O6 J1 [/ I1 r. m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 J5 t$ O8 S" W* M" `; N, m. P4 G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ u3 D2 R4 }5 s7 ^+ gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , @# a9 |. R: {4 T- Z# G) H( I5 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
L( }* d* y% `3 r2 k+ [' YYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; q' z3 D) [4 [0 M9 x' A) CBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* B8 P' c" A L _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; s p' T: E+ }+ o9 G+ c4 G8 _; Z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / w$ p$ c/ t6 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. [) V# p4 k4 N) q$ b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 `" I: I2 u. C: e! v4 N* a% U) SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " Z) K8 K$ b: d# O! [, ?6 j, |% B7 X
) u" G' B; @" B* gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( ^! l1 b7 a( a; d
How you suffered for you sanity,1 h, {) {0 z$ c. m; l5 k0 q
How you tried to set them free,
/ z% I; T. E5 tThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- j2 N7 G& l; N8 ], a# V: {+ R( y- vPerhaps they never will. |
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