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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + y7 o+ S5 L. s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; T) W4 O; E# Z: ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 W! c6 x2 S; m8 e' G5 }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, N8 g. n+ U8 y! bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 {) p$ e# H. c8 s6 d% s6 M! |% ?" `
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 f0 y( i6 {- \; d( v- t# A$ pHow you tried to set them free, + j( z/ B+ t- i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 B/ C7 R2 c4 cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! @8 w* z% I; ^! H% Z7 u& k5 Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ h7 {1 }/ H8 p* e ?) e# aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 j$ `$ U" c0 g9 q+ ^. w q5 N- \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + v7 m/ R" v2 H# F- P0 I
! O. m7 ^ v3 S% W! w( b" ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ @4 w/ s( [) d* V- }6 R2 rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# D6 l7 X$ U' o# {0 a: S; |You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. W7 _6 M a; g4 K# `But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 z0 }9 z0 X" o9 r$ ]2 MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 M4 s; |+ K: ~6 N& F- \) LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! Z8 i. k9 L+ N7 D9 l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 A1 H. V# J& f- `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 D/ A$ v9 r, ~7 e0 r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; }* m$ k1 @& [8 `7 j+ g% J1 ]
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ P+ \9 d3 ^3 F. }3 Y6 q+ EHow you suffered for you sanity,
! E7 b9 A! d+ F2 G8 HHow you tried to set them free, + E' z$ H' w; _4 Y6 o. w6 q$ K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' M# g6 h! p9 ]3 I. `8 C$ uPerhaps they never will. |
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