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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 K* q. _ I) H6 x+ ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % i) V* [; g, H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& H. v1 t( \: m4 ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" P* g7 r; x" u: @, `9 _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ g. M, `6 E4 U4 Q8 P, I" ]/ ~8 \How you suffered for you sanity, 3 x: S/ r) E- H. c/ r) `& J
How you tried to set them free,
* w5 F6 f1 ]" _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. Y! o+ W7 }5 f- y1 m; Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 \: _6 f7 H5 p9 C! w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ [& n n4 ?! w/ |7 k! Q$ kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 w9 \" ?6 B5 b: m5 M* }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 X z9 G. S! w' N/ f3 q* Y; OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 p( T: w2 q8 y/ m3 v, `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , O, N2 ]9 j9 |, T7 \) S( N0 d' N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % K& F3 i& Q) l$ d1 w
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 \8 K0 g' S; X4 T4 I6 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 J0 S ^: Z, n# y: r* O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 }: j o+ {% u# |- P4 p5 ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 a8 g- S" }) S0 f+ Z( x: z: FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , I9 g+ [0 l: N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 c4 y6 ~3 ]/ I KHow you suffered for you sanity,
, |9 z4 k+ M3 v- G$ C" r2 G8 qHow you tried to set them free,
, p& B' M2 A/ R& Z5 x" rThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 z d! t A- l, b( E2 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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