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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# T* V# E5 b6 i. R6 ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 w1 d; r+ L0 L5 s3 |/ o/ [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ `( V; R, l# W6 P ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 C- ^- q+ Z( Q8 R! p( |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; _7 `; m6 G7 [. ~" U% ?
How you suffered for you sanity, ) E; c3 b E8 Y" N6 p! `; L
How you tried to set them free,
- l& U% x. `5 M5 |; jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , K& h2 g0 R: Z; T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + ]0 \! n$ l! \* _1 F' P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 N1 u0 P& P) i' \) O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ ^# F2 m8 c/ sWeathered 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, ; j D' p$ ?# g. B" M7 r( T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. I9 g2 h1 s$ s/ x+ q- n( C5 BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & H) u. S& P) `
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 y% ^% d- F2 Z+ _6 w7 kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . x/ ?% ~" J! s
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : `( o2 }! e" A1 Q/ w1 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " r/ `3 _9 @" s8 ^" E1 R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, {9 f3 t6 t8 ?; v4 s$ F& G& W, l" e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 v; O* j& t! p; ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 x1 E9 I/ V5 Y2 A
How you suffered for you sanity,2 R2 N$ p1 \0 x4 E" Z$ a2 n/ F
How you tried to set them free,
7 v7 C$ [1 C# y2 |6 EThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; e+ {) o( W; g! I2 g) }
Perhaps they never will. |
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