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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; ^4 [+ H7 n5 ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # ~8 |- e" }( _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 j4 i" ?' @( S9 SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ T3 p; S1 n1 R2 l$ j; }2 a4 ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! Q4 v# a9 `+ Y& _How you suffered for you sanity,
8 Q2 u( u7 A# t9 C0 vHow you tried to set them free, ) N2 U: _2 Q- s8 C0 d$ c( e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! M6 i! |. i- r$ f1 ^2 }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 X8 G: f# D3 u' U* [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" |: H. u) `2 u0 P" x0 M. GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 V+ o. M" F! Y2 W1 G4 A, R' S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 y0 W m) z- m" C4 V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # I& }2 U2 t; L3 Y* L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 }' }2 p2 C3 I8 q) ^0 A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 A8 I% A7 l& d6 n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 s" v$ x ]7 a: N9 [5 Q7 ]. }( MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 B7 d) z* r( ]* j. i
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 N" P, N; l2 bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 t7 b8 ?, p- B. I/ e* B& Q: i2 s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ G k O5 O- F0 U8 r9 [& u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 F f( \& p% ]. m! G4 v; h: INow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 f: V/ b+ h5 l
How you suffered for you sanity,$ w% G, V1 ^. H1 f0 F9 _
How you tried to set them free, - f6 F, I1 {; D! u" I' R S
They would not listen they're not listening still, + S& n& I5 P- _8 Y. o' T* G
Perhaps they never will. |
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