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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 y* P% k. X& y- k, h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 }* K3 ^0 g, @5 e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 t1 g4 a! N, D j; v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* w. G' K5 K; [3 @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ ~7 d* \* q' ?- g+ v% |
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 a' k: W7 I& K, `
How you tried to set them free,
; X% ]9 c" p3 r1 H! o4 W: s |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ^) |9 N) ]! U; w! i* p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 c: u0 l) m A* h2 y, z7 _' a7 GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. Z. p: f+ W2 v: HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 f7 Q$ ~0 [5 V$ Q; _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) f* d# g2 M0 K1 X9 a& ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& J; ]# j& g% w7 Z2 Y8 QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % O f) R. p! u, d& X, e
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) Q9 b+ n/ r3 ^7 N6 d NBut I could have told you, Vincent, # h8 R& J) S6 F v2 h0 t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# ~# [$ {) w- y! V2 R" a5 z" mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " V' P7 l, h$ v. i! Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ g+ Z& F+ i6 h; Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 E/ a9 A+ @2 A- d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * b% v5 \( O0 t' _: F' O6 ~6 t4 U
How you suffered for you sanity,# X2 ^* ?* b8 b ^+ @
How you tried to set them free,
* d" U; M3 b9 d/ r! O9 E- M0 hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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