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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ X# n0 J( c* {1 \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 I7 _: ?9 P$ [: j% y4 z* c. zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 b+ `: C# w& G. ]7 g' ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 t/ A8 l3 p7 H, q2 P6 }& XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. m$ {' ]: s+ R, o& J4 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ w+ [! R- q9 b5 k, G( xHow you tried to set them free, 8 t0 K( a8 L6 h, `/ a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " F, ?- i" ?5 W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 C8 ~/ C9 J: r8 m. Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 ?5 y" @5 `+ z" bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, g( k9 E3 a% e" j- P5 F# EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ P5 v: Z, h% C' D8 T, _% _ ~; ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! ~0 m+ I# R$ O. a( wYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; j, A, ]' z6 h8 C D" |But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 b- @4 q; ?) S- C( K( DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 b& [- i& V8 K: r+ R+ w9 h# H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 ^+ n9 n* c: |, MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 x/ h+ V/ r3 e b( G0 j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 `/ \) f! V$ w* y3 y( u2 tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 H- P0 _2 w5 `# VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 l' y" a: _; O: u- e
How you suffered for you sanity,' n, y- O# n, z- G
How you tried to set them free, c. r; p8 p' A, R/ @+ }
They would not listen they're not listening still, + B; V& T! X( p
Perhaps they never will. |
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