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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" k3 {" r# F. v' FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 ]! \, Y0 C7 x; A; V! A3 f4 qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," V& w9 F8 V0 b: M, e! X% M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 m u! Z+ ~+ q0 p' i4 ]1 l' V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" F: z3 Q2 W. O, ~! GHow you suffered for you sanity, : b. A8 B0 m. J8 h h3 _( H1 I# m/ Q
How you tried to set them free,
. r6 g7 x6 s+ n4 l7 ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # B! |: V' Y4 ^7 O7 N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 i) N& m$ N8 W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' p4 ~0 R+ q4 F2 ^" w, L: J* x" TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& x2 ]. j9 y7 ?( t7 \Weathered 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, : X M! T% ^# x7 Z: @) M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( c, g+ t/ Q) d JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 b0 D0 l* K; b7 b, N7 G# ~ n/ BBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( @+ x. ?) a: ^8 D' z! x; G0 F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 g1 n3 p7 p4 U
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * }" K! R- \! e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 `$ g2 i3 A1 m K( RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ v$ M/ \& y( L2 }. [/ d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 V( U9 ~5 i/ I3 y) J5 l. d1 n. z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( j7 q( ]- o* w: [! Q( ?7 uHow you suffered for you sanity,1 w4 u- D% x& K; S* R
How you tried to set them free, : ^$ W- H& e; Q: Y% v0 y& Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 D2 I4 n: I, e2 E% x8 T: L1 MPerhaps they never will. |
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