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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 q7 ]7 R5 a6 G3 {0 Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * l0 G/ {+ h* L; q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 R- f; @% K4 T& A. @2 A" r0 [9 r% QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 d, A* r0 Q/ T& hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. V: N& _* W) T& V. F3 qHow you suffered for you sanity, & ^: T8 J- b& s$ d
How you tried to set them free,
+ t+ c& X8 e0 _ pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- R: Z+ B$ S& d w# d# v6 b9 {3 AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - Z; ]6 C; q; b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( t% i; P8 P# V, p- h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' @# j# d6 {! N/ `8 ^5 B( {0 L3 iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + }5 v2 s- U5 \1 Q/ s. @/ ]
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 Y( \9 \, Q; m7 t; G/ f, y0 E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 X! V/ |8 P2 {7 M! N# v6 Q. ]/ p* tYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 j/ K! ?0 P E0 v2 g0 P- jBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 @5 R0 A7 g5 C/ L9 a* g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: [ u+ y- Q0 y/ ]+ @- j3 i" }# o' gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ o, f" a6 N9 ~, H# F6 b8 ^3 a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + x2 l( W& H4 T* M7 q$ G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 V" E) ~4 c" a& ], u1 J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! U+ r5 Y4 n' A; f( q. D' KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. `6 J0 I |) R LHow you suffered for you sanity, N. ~9 X# ~( V4 J
How you tried to set them free,
* G# u; Y- x, K: I% kThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; P+ Y, S( Z/ b; @. m' F4 n- U
Perhaps they never will. |
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