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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ `. @- b( [+ v- H/ c& C0 d3 rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & Y. \: c( l9 |* A: {/ X3 ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 M- D6 e5 G0 {4 j$ I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' i! N6 z3 M' l# O, Y6 N. DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 q' V4 G0 M( b
How you suffered for you sanity,
: W- M; Q6 i! J8 dHow you tried to set them free,
4 M: U K- \, J( ^3 HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 ?! q7 ]! A# t: J2 L) B. Q1 i/ h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 l: ]7 C- t/ u" P: G8 Q5 f4 ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( `6 x0 V/ m n8 i; ~2 R& NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " b) t5 l% {$ C. _) b
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, 9 d9 U2 C4 g. y) D7 |/ \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, w! g$ E j( G3 K9 N: C! b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; ] [' L4 l7 j( J6 {- F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; K. B4 A& p% n3 x- kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, S+ q& m: r" |& |0 |0 RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 d; @& w1 `: K0 A2 m/ o3 O) {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 U* A/ G9 W, [+ y/ c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 o, r. V0 }6 v% ?; \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. T! h# |; k7 ~ f4 l
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 {, @# }1 D; c6 F! m: F' bHow you suffered for you sanity,
. Q5 m2 H# q G+ ~* C% _% VHow you tried to set them free, 2 Z/ S: Y1 C8 _ S5 T& Q; t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ M1 r1 O0 i' x4 [Perhaps they never will. |
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