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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 r2 [5 `8 q0 B$ QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 Z3 M& I5 r2 b- E2 s8 r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( R: U, u) h0 T% M! e( WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 r3 m4 }2 A7 Q- E5 DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 R; V/ Y1 w* e7 |
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 ]; ~% {4 T2 g) L o) ^# F
How you tried to set them free, 0 t" x! t9 }( }8 M2 H/ z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' l- p3 k. M9 i9 _" X" X# r% f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 f2 f; S$ e! R8 T+ u; V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- D/ U1 _! Q6 P# \2 [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& ^* S7 V! i/ S" m$ {0 F( TWeathered 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, 3 Y* _- B) u x( @! o3 ]7 W. G$ `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % H! n& d$ v, b: e% N$ j- g
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& \- M6 W$ N: U4 M3 l5 TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 p; c, r9 \ q- \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% B, \' h+ A0 Z; w" ^+ q$ xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 G; `4 m5 V% TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 Z$ X. i) q! E# K. S% q0 R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% W/ M9 P2 W* S$ q+ V0 } KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. z/ q ]1 A& K. t$ Y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 { j) g+ B9 Y* |1 rHow you suffered for you sanity,* j/ ~/ g% i$ C
How you tried to set them free,
$ T" J5 q1 b0 a6 g; d) S4 @' y2 UThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. f/ Z% |4 x$ I) L9 u4 f, X8 x {" yPerhaps they never will. |
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