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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 S8 l1 D7 l$ c% @% @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- `" W& w" \* t, ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; p: s; e) F4 J4 \8 g3 f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; N8 g% U! `$ }3 y: D* |8 o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 p, `# P. { H! d9 f
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ l8 H4 `8 [/ u' N& LHow you tried to set them free,
+ S' e0 ^! ^. i5 V4 DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - z$ V0 t. g" Y+ R7 ^% \' d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / j3 l- V3 W7 g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 A$ s4 g, I/ j. Y- d" U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 r G+ p6 C9 F4 s% f& g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 B1 y5 O, K4 Y/ ~0 h* R1 ~9 Y# F9 C; bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + W) C/ {2 d) r( S' Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! ~: l: M9 U ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 L# Y7 H1 }, hBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) ~9 \/ T9 t" u4 Q2 m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) T. G; A& c3 o% p: U. }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, S" X4 f9 A& ^# A6 e8 YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ X- {# G9 }5 B0 f. lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* { m H2 F1 z9 [0 ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me, Z- u% y8 ?6 C* p% q5 l4 Y
How you suffered for you sanity,! c2 F5 Z9 z2 o7 I$ S4 d8 k
How you tried to set them free,
) G& K' F2 l' G0 n- fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 I. Y; B2 B2 v% x6 ?3 O W" H* NPerhaps they never will. |
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