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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " v8 g' y( i$ o) ^; r/ Q. r# t$ A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - F; w% J4 C4 P2 ? k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 {% |: H6 s& e9 f8 jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& E7 |) T& g! E gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 c* K; |! }/ f" h9 N
How you suffered for you sanity,
. K2 O, T6 w6 IHow you tried to set them free,
. Q# N! _8 R0 ]' |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ x" a5 v/ E$ m1 qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 p7 H& T+ I u9 ]* x) G3 a9 F( M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % b; Q8 r) Y( b _/ D% c: J& X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ \# I. b% o6 X# j5 L) N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 j* k2 B4 `* }8 p8 [1 s w k$ q9 M9 \For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 Q5 F( Y( `' D7 Z. P/ y/ s5 ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 |; J0 B' w# V! M3 {
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. V1 Q: U- j9 a! m. c0 qBut I could have told you, Vincent, * y6 g0 g( h5 l, {" j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 N" \! T. L3 ]0 q3 N# d
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ V# J, C8 Y! g' t6 LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' [, h8 f: H! @2 X- h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / M8 V; ?" U$ J2 L+ D1 R: f" b2 b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 t' N2 U0 {. S3 B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ d& G- F0 t( e5 \% c
How you suffered for you sanity,1 v2 A. w0 m$ H8 q/ z+ u2 @; `6 L! ^
How you tried to set them free,
- ?4 `2 d& g! m5 Z+ jThey would not listen they're not listening still, & |. @& ], _+ T( u0 ^' j
Perhaps they never will. |
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