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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, i6 x. P- |$ LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 _0 M. n! S4 Z, I7 c2 C/ IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 ~. Z8 B- ?* k6 \" @4 j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: `( X4 J& z7 T0 ]' j- X* \- @* `$ VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 |- o, x! i. r& {. R- e
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 g. y! j) \) ?' h5 ~
How you tried to set them free, ! @+ }" g9 \6 C* t- q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, N! G# X* ?7 h0 z6 Z) q0 s, k2 b$ uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" l8 z% J- U/ z9 GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' v; L2 S! e) N8 ?& GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# B/ g) F: Y8 Z3 kWeathered 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,
2 ] E/ X6 ]# `0 g5 B6 f9 a( K- H9 Z7 ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ }( B. V$ ~- N; `4 M) e4 B# bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 H) k3 @4 S# |$ r4 CBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ I- O1 n- e* I7 c4 _% H8 u& |8 s/ dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 i/ A1 S$ g* W% u' ^8 F- pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 V0 d/ H; f- t! W. R9 L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - @1 ]3 b& q' L9 C' Y' @ i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( C% l$ F5 E$ N. B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, U& R- r& a) g0 ^0 ?. ]9 H& U6 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
& B3 R% e* Z- ]; o% K% y1 z' c8 UHow you tried to set them free, : v7 u* b8 p J; W8 ^" x
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; K* Y! A4 m- _/ [# Y8 z$ k) ^& Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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