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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" C. F9 H3 U8 y' }* k u2 GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* i/ y! S% ~: [2 N! qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, P+ o6 _1 \0 s1 V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 d# L/ O# j+ Y: TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 N6 H$ X5 M: ?! x, ~5 w
How you suffered for you sanity,
" {2 \+ m, q' T. _How you tried to set them free,
0 D8 T! {! u/ G; M4 O$ R1 _! IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 e% t1 Q% F/ a/ Z& o. j3 p% c, Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ X, w) c1 ~. f* H& k- NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 h, ~) ^; y- u0 l; w& W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * M9 n M& r S( d( y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) i* |5 m6 P d, J; Z' f# J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
c7 [4 w) B' }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 [! x* A, B3 L, x3 O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, W( s( q ]: ~# n- p0 ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ d P5 ?, e7 O) k" y& Q4 tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" X/ [8 i2 \. y A0 o* {' B: zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 ]; m( m+ o6 g# {# RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 V. j8 Y$ f- @& A# L% ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . D0 r' `1 z" Z& |) T( q
, k& w! T( Z8 t( \# fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / w* y7 q& h6 f9 }0 B& F* W
How you suffered for you sanity,
! [$ [! h s' `& y& PHow you tried to set them free,
/ S0 L5 X# T4 jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 ?) @6 h/ y5 c! ^) \/ APerhaps they never will. |
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