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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 k* B1 y0 z4 d! @( {% O5 _1 v5 ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. \0 D1 d! V. UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* O- K" v$ @ `7 E* wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* E7 o6 N5 `( O3 r# FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, K% K, }. V7 ?1 ?
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 f6 z }1 I& _4 E! n A3 y
How you tried to set them free,
3 S1 F1 H- x V6 T2 oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " Q0 h2 l: j0 q+ i8 l( L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 i: x: p5 B8 H6 T O6 Q: x/ T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) L! S4 y- w5 ^, iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - v+ b$ j1 D) r: q( G
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,
, T$ P$ r) v( R9 b; yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , Q: [0 e" T0 O- x/ w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ y! }! f* O6 Z) w# Z, e) iBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 V$ V, E6 Y! ~5 C* z' A1 }6 n n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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O- L, n; m1 E6 y$ m- cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 ~$ y* N5 n3 W/ }$ h2 [/ ?' f0 b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 c( e9 X6 x2 k' \1 B: n" r$ I/ ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * z7 l0 m' S0 ?- f$ f8 B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 C# @/ p, [ `& b- x( M/ V
How you suffered for you sanity,$ a" T9 x( L6 {; ^+ _ F* n& N
How you tried to set them free, " o! a( _' l" L+ T0 {& H+ D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% M0 _4 L' {+ s' k) K" aPerhaps they never will. |
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