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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) ^1 `) ^9 ]0 i& X$ n( Y# JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & m" o5 k6 ~2 B7 j: [6 o% H9 `2 L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 { D$ P5 j" n! Q h' }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 Q/ w F2 o9 s% }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: ]' z; [- y# {$ I. N/ Q# E6 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
# B I- m# ~+ H& N. O( O+ AHow you tried to set them free,
$ C) j) ^5 T6 HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 z, T% S c/ q# C, x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / W( K4 b9 J3 }& I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" n/ K E# \8 H7 b4 Z5 b' h( sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 E2 M2 |" }9 P/ Y1 I! EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* X2 f( @$ x" Q2 e; g7 J$ S* MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % h1 z3 q9 r! p5 i2 K+ K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 d2 [. k' o0 x# A: z! S& d9 zYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. L' q" ~% x0 F( c2 d, }; rBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; U4 d8 |6 O1 P7 M" i4 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + Q9 ?9 m1 M& q5 Y( l
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 C+ {# |9 h5 M5 \$ _0 j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( U2 y. q* ^' o+ |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 E5 Q$ Y8 C, x5 }2 PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( o7 o# F. E% w
8 g \. N/ _- f( m5 aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
^7 X1 L' \0 Q, Q- rHow you suffered for you sanity,
& R- R ^* f% \1 MHow you tried to set them free, % g7 m7 k( H: f1 y, _9 Z) K% M" t' _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: `7 N) ^* a yPerhaps they never will. |
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