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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 }8 H0 ?4 O- j7 C0 q+ mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& r3 R7 b) ?& Z y* |1 I* [ VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: d+ M( ]" ^* Z3 {" |8 N4 B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 M% }$ m) u: I7 kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' I- g$ D1 \( ~* q5 v% r. rHow you suffered for you sanity, ) c$ F$ W7 _: _ Z+ j
How you tried to set them free, 8 i8 G* x3 h" S7 x/ Q, [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 W* @! F2 t, b2 ?8 T4 d" VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 G5 |' v* u8 |: }0 \ R, w5 P/ WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 \* f$ v* U* a4 K5 m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, U& T" U/ t1 ?9 ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! s9 q; T3 V, L6 ?, b& ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % e) k2 q& Z) T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 i" ~- D/ d( l: N
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ ~' C6 Q& Q: h5 t. @, o+ I1 PBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 F X# y9 z& E! ?* ?) N' B) }5 D9 A3 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- ?3 |" B$ e2 f9 m, ?. I; zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( }0 j* b8 I9 ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- R& _: w$ f2 k6 r# K8 L# s+ t; c! ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - F4 f# |+ w8 o O% W8 @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" ^8 A7 q2 t1 V" YHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ k! \ v2 G1 M/ ~: D+ y4 w# W$ J7 w* UHow you tried to set them free,
, D' C* w! n fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 t; d: F4 t- [4 WPerhaps they never will. |
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