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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) h3 n2 ~6 h2 p, VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 v3 F# W$ _5 ]( q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 ^8 h4 h6 D) W* v* i pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . g4 n" j2 |- p/ \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 U7 E+ V( a5 j$ U
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 I9 u4 A8 @( D+ n) W; G: r6 I1 aHow you tried to set them free,
& Q% S, `* d: S$ HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. V, E7 `$ C- W8 D; Y* B- }; R! G a! Z; rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ T8 ]+ A! S/ VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , b$ |' z" W* [3 f$ I3 S. p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 M& x4 ?9 ]. e) A# t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. {6 b) J" p I3 r) g
+ T3 k' [! C- rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% u0 \2 |- @6 U) e) r3 Z% uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ {8 e1 W8 I9 W, ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! @% b. l% o& J4 U* CBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 J, R0 U- Y+ l ~+ M# n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' K$ v8 s! P7 l( Q! C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ g, M2 a9 L8 y0 ?6 W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 k) V8 V; F9 ]" b" D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& i" U. d; a" z: F! R! T {" QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! Y# W4 P9 r/ z! D& B6 w! |
How you suffered for you sanity,
: m3 X* ?* P+ c# a) xHow you tried to set them free, : I% }9 K+ e% Q! h
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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