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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ c& l8 G( s5 A, k2 oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 p9 U3 ^4 F& t, z2 G$ m+ K$ hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 j! e. b3 {3 C& M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
F- f1 ^8 B* LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 I6 p5 \4 j S3 X' [" c) ] e2 q8 qHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 C+ G8 r6 N' r/ x! a/ AHow you tried to set them free, 3 ~6 W* K1 L4 }- Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 W4 A+ z, y$ J3 \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, W; i* {+ x9 m* V6 d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 _8 z6 p- ?( K& sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, T( ]( J# ?* A$ @7 W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 P7 L0 b! m* ~9 n! ]5 w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 w# F9 u& W7 R% |: cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . m: n0 X6 N$ U! E; z- v) J5 ~% l# V
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " U) k; a/ j; l# W
But I could have told you, Vincent, . ^8 _: u f- n, u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; _8 u6 y# F' f# j% z1 k, a) o$ X" EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 E, {0 P4 s6 Y4 R% xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / X* c, L* v P5 L+ P7 }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! k0 `" F3 ^1 r: J, p# Q
& a- m, O6 o3 q; t8 {7 O/ w8 xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 I3 g) ]; h7 g; m! N% N
How you suffered for you sanity,
; h: H9 d4 m! }; M2 kHow you tried to set them free,
) g4 k3 J0 k& Q6 _4 r$ o# CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 c; a/ [5 b1 c: I$ B# I$ X/ D/ ~Perhaps they never will. |
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