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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : Y, @" M1 D+ x1 i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - ]3 ^& C7 r) g) t9 r8 i3 [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 M7 x1 q/ g5 l) T# [! ~* K# ?* {( r, h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . i1 k: Z& m5 ]( e- {) i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! D X% Y4 @+ z' ]$ o8 t' p! q8 N
How you suffered for you sanity,
. D+ ]% t( E/ oHow you tried to set them free, % t- L1 P, i. g& {* x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: C( C0 J9 l8 n% [+ G% g: w$ jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * L {% |4 E. p4 q$ g3 M J5 i0 |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* a( T% {. J$ X: ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : p1 ]& K1 @/ ~& o1 {& p% n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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Y- R! T+ `9 }* D9 b* mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 _4 e( W d3 `8 v2 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 S$ M( c; v$ c2 d5 ]; VYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ C& G+ M6 W% b4 z! K r- h7 ~But I could have told you, Vincent,
% I$ [7 e" B6 O" BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " r$ d8 ^7 m2 ?; c/ s" u6 f) J
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 ^+ W6 s$ g: y1 r- B; k& j7 iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) m0 O! t2 E; Y' h) p1 f2 T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( e7 O7 N7 L" v8 m& H% [" c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 _, P: }; \1 D$ h, U1 ^4 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 Z$ f( i) C6 R1 wHow you suffered for you sanity,2 {; w( W3 S6 e! b% q" C0 Y
How you tried to set them free, 0 A4 W$ }: n9 [" m) R% c# ]
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: s7 I5 E0 \& h9 I M2 y4 aPerhaps they never will. |
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