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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ M3 o0 C# Z: K+ o' eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 e2 L2 U6 V% C& B) X# U# @/ jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 [5 ^6 d1 [1 W8 y1 y' KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ W' N2 A" F6 X5 [% a; KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# R( s6 ~& _1 b- G" }2 y2 t/ p
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 M# ^8 C% P; j& R9 _. wHow you tried to set them free,
( d! s: X- F# U; m! h% XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- L2 ]! N! J. U6 G+ \- H. FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, P* r' a" N U2 Z# f! Q+ ?9 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 D: V: j4 ]- q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 x( \9 i3 P+ |3 E( `8 J: S/ H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * ]9 o$ e' K# b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * W5 Q1 a- ?9 P2 I8 ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ {+ _ E& C9 ?( ^9 N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : ?- h# _) U; \4 Z9 q0 c6 L: b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& d; a9 A/ v X8 n2 v5 l( X0 rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - u; e' T9 ?# B: ^
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# {- }8 Z8 M y' O9 aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + U' e2 e4 A" N& O9 ^4 J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , c) E. ~$ c4 n5 D( a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 ]* f+ W: T9 L" YHow you suffered for you sanity,1 ?* D4 g0 [4 R6 [$ t/ p
How you tried to set them free, 7 @) I" k3 A0 R) ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 ]! J: c7 w0 [9 k0 o
Perhaps they never will. |
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