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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 _8 Q# F# o0 K& `0 rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! n0 W: d# F! ^! Z$ k, @6 uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. W! V; `8 D+ h% u% [! g5 n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ [* E7 R, ^& a8 i7 r' y2 ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' Z' @4 }- S t% O- I
How you suffered for you sanity, # y) W, @ Q4 A4 I
How you tried to set them free,
/ u" P' }$ A$ [+ R( DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! \9 r0 X: y) C6 aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * B* P2 m. L3 A/ C0 `, ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & T, c7 n# t- C3 P/ E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; p$ y+ R$ x2 e9 T6 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - T9 U6 K+ E& v9 |3 t! n
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 i) Q0 R4 g5 m. f/ e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ y. K# J5 O P! @ Y1 l0 [3 [You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 m3 |8 ^+ P( \$ D, J: T. C
But I could have told you, Vincent, " C. W4 b! A5 [; n' g4 p) n7 }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! G2 X, ?8 N- Q, L& G: H& w; zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . q/ _% h8 a9 E' N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / z* \3 p1 F! @" _1 q0 @, H* s& d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' Y! l/ N1 X7 Q' ]! e* a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 c: g' v6 X2 w$ D$ TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % s h/ ?& a% r. d ?1 o- H$ ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
, V9 H# a& E1 l: G4 G, THow you tried to set them free,
0 f/ j' _1 J5 a! H# q" W9 l$ L% c1 gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. O: Y' G' O; N6 @2 d4 ? \Perhaps they never will. |
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