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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + O- }" N. X. o* v, H, ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 }8 G+ W. @/ H |5 {* B: F" ?+ }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 T, F% m+ z5 B7 s5 o3 U8 TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, F/ h$ N: y/ z4 p; U% `7 rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ |- N; E, h+ r9 L6 `0 }* R4 DHow you suffered for you sanity,
! A2 N+ r# f3 F! ^5 d/ o! S; dHow you tried to set them free, * K% g3 |% T7 p/ N1 A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! G: Y$ D2 }8 t% [* U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , Y9 I: L; I7 |% X- o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + `: z+ S g( \2 y( |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, X4 _3 [' s% C$ \7 a: l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- k% P6 ?! W$ }8 \+ aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 h4 s' m$ Y8 ]$ \- r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
z; k! W5 b# Z8 ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 r3 e4 c( o9 C
But I could have told you, Vincent, & ~' P; q+ t9 Y U, V/ t- x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: f5 f& P9 j# N9 U( O7 H$ Y4 ?, AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( [8 B( N t1 ]! i% _: H$ H+ OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . i0 X/ M: h6 }( C! q% n I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 F- r6 a' _, S) P; l
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / ^8 d f8 v. F( U/ G* z
How you suffered for you sanity,4 ^ S& x+ o2 ^7 H6 t
How you tried to set them free, 5 e0 A$ i. o) t6 u# [% \4 k, p
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( z/ g: S$ ?2 e5 IPerhaps they never will. |
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