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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; X* M6 J' Q! tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 M- \& D4 Z0 \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' M4 H5 f5 v" G' P6 r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' C0 T* P, [8 s( x3 RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; K+ R: `: y1 DHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 @# J3 O6 N# C8 @
How you tried to set them free,
2 p1 @& p& {8 D/ o9 k3 V v ~& rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, d+ l" `2 Z# X4 u( ~( A' @& r/ PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; ~, g2 A' Z' Z( F" t) X( |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; n3 F7 o: |. m5 R7 Q; n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- W& N8 [- ?* j8 b7 C- rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 [% V" ]1 ~4 t b5 p4 vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 `( F/ V: M; WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: } O. `5 g, J. {; w+ c# u+ cYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - M3 m9 m8 N' D3 Z! k
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- g2 u- |& E. H( xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. S3 s. W( T2 {' | O2 {5 {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 A* b% X& s7 X& w* I4 O5 |! S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 B0 K' Z9 z JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ G; q1 k% K* j. nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # A9 O: N& f0 P" v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 X4 u/ r8 e. Z* ^3 `8 L+ ] N: \# k
How you suffered for you sanity,1 B) Y, [7 ~7 b" k0 ?
How you tried to set them free,
8 {& C: }2 a0 J- n; M3 mThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" e( C ~% n8 k2 tPerhaps they never will. |
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