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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 h/ g8 F/ T2 }; J' Y, @: [/ HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; `* n- ^ b. f8 L: EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, O% N3 x' e. Q T9 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 o$ V4 \, \0 N8 YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 X+ K& U8 z `/ p1 xHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 a" `/ O2 Y5 K; k" G% E FHow you tried to set them free, $ S) Z; A; X, Q; e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , R, Y5 G) U/ y8 v& J9 m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 b( X" i. A9 t% ?' W: LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 }% n" [, r6 {# `: lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 F7 ^# P8 l5 Z0 r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; U3 U$ h0 B2 a3 l$ ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , T5 c$ v* _/ v4 \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / R& r( A, @% W y1 ~. P2 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 s# y+ p" n Z, j/ ?) }5 vBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ G! o& _, N2 V, B0 WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 g! X7 s7 k1 t; H2 z+ a; Z# g
0 F" {$ O' }' f, W4 r9 }) kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 z0 k, D1 {: ?8 m& DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # q+ ~- D% L7 ]& m+ P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 U! `# p# X1 L! U6 d; }8 {; a1 F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 J' N l5 [; e P+ R1 Z- zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 D3 y y# ]4 k' |) _2 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
- a! \8 k- R1 ^7 t; ~+ A7 gHow you tried to set them free,
6 m/ l) u' o5 a5 N! C# ~+ |They would not listen they're not listening still,
' T- i' m+ S. ~, F1 K% hPerhaps they never will. |
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