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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: o( E J0 N7 HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , s6 _% u1 y6 V" I% i4 ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* k/ ~- Y4 \9 n, O% e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 `2 D2 q* y4 R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% N* d/ S2 R3 i6 x' JHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 T( F* Z5 f8 k8 s$ S
How you tried to set them free,
: E3 x. i$ c, O" I6 XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! X6 x: d8 e0 c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* Y8 q% A; D4 W: ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ A4 z9 o# [8 T6 q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 F1 h( u( C, u ]7 {$ d" B9 D. aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 S" O9 l5 Q( d+ k: i/ C% \& J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , \8 T2 ^& L Q. _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% C- c1 G1 m# E) SYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! b. v: ]/ i: EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. I0 C8 j) f4 }" W& M) EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 l6 s' l2 N4 v1 p9 `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 d- k6 i; |9 t* b5 j! \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- R r2 X" T$ X4 v% q5 b. nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, `2 t7 `1 B- ]3 j. C9 A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' l' M' k4 R) H, M2 D8 f4 P
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 k# @1 v$ x) c( yHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 X! s6 Y' |. O* v, D* b; N- bHow you tried to set them free, 8 q9 X6 ^, h. ]- X5 X( L" O. M
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 b6 o0 r( P) H( G1 j( C0 g1 IPerhaps they never will. |
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