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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 U+ q/ A7 @1 {! \5 b2 q% E7 s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 T! r0 e# v, w6 i3 i4 C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 V/ J8 P! A1 `) p: q6 i' ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) [6 m" }9 z+ S# @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' d% R( A3 T! `How you suffered for you sanity,
9 s C2 I6 W5 i u# o" ^How you tried to set them free,
- T; A; ^0 q- V, Z. X- |6 bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 r) ^3 y% J0 K8 p) T, L' L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. D6 ~* B9 d9 A8 pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 c# W$ I2 X: E* Q- R$ Q( k8 l& f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' t& Y p; V$ m# |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & W2 D( ?" R3 y K* Y: F
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & P# j+ h! `/ j6 s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 e& o6 [; R% G3 l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 B7 \7 V! x. c* Y# E( @) `
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" [! a9 W1 `$ s" _/ N0 YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. p' q/ I/ n0 L7 r( a' yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' t+ [/ F1 x" h* z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% W4 D3 j# l+ I$ O' @% zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. s- |( p9 G- f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; F; [; J) W% d. A
How you suffered for you sanity,% N# v1 ^! m" h; c
How you tried to set them free, ( e# W( L/ {) _* I
They would not listen they're not listening still, & o8 A/ |+ X B- U9 f; @
Perhaps they never will. |
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