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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / R, C% ]( I" u5 H$ E l4 H- T9 ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 ^/ f" G) E: T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 U. E5 T+ p1 f( v' mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( T" m0 Y; W O" q# \. h' kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 _7 w9 q- X. M7 m2 RHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 j/ ?0 p* S3 w6 y- w% oHow you tried to set them free,
4 i' X' S0 Q$ D; X- l4 dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 @0 s. l# X- d8 j( w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' `" p% t" {8 _9 y6 H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 \0 x1 P. Y, C' ^5 MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 F/ p8 @. f; X6 A' m% OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 N% X( y- E8 q6 f7 tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ b3 h' b% u% M2 P* E; C+ xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 x+ A; U; O5 E0 Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . x0 `! W: ]4 g% ~5 b \5 F
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ \9 Z$ I; h8 Z8 e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# @: b) T2 ~+ c) lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % g8 i' `$ U, L- {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * f/ H. }( t( Q' ]% X8 ?( y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, q; A! t4 q) f; nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
H: y! I; R' sHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ ^) N- G8 ~: I) n7 v# dHow you tried to set them free,
( ^' C% P4 X4 n( k/ WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
f$ r) B* B7 k9 w6 fPerhaps they never will. |
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