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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
o* P: z' a. f7 g$ Y4 e8 P% z. ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 D- V! B& k* h: P( x1 `# m) LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; Y4 i1 p7 `5 i$ |8 r, ?. H5 j; O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 Y0 b& f% U, T7 LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& ~! M) I5 A- ^' F
How you suffered for you sanity,
H! A! e( q7 E9 V6 r$ m3 vHow you tried to set them free, 9 r6 r: p& V4 b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / Y- X6 Q, A9 m- J% M4 f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) m; Z9 d5 q6 n8 Z( Q$ tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 F8 Q. b0 N/ M% Y6 H# _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * }/ U: t. I2 `& i) i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : W! p/ x% B; n2 ]* r3 x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. n1 _ Y$ n) W1 A9 G7 _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 h, [% }2 D" T7 G7 n, M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! w1 B! |2 e3 }8 e) h# F: ^But I could have told you, Vincent,
: f [% V6 V2 n- D' QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + T+ | }( [; g' e3 g$ x) M
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # U F. `: d) m) p5 R! T8 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ X1 l) ~4 Y- G! u9 TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* w% A7 W& X. C& Q, ~- XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: j9 b- ~" g) @3 n; u& tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; A) H$ f% ?7 u5 W5 C$ \
How you suffered for you sanity,' ?6 h) D' M8 `1 Z) z, q- Z0 r
How you tried to set them free, + S: O9 w- i! l6 i( S( v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ x g1 W1 \" I5 J# LPerhaps they never will. |
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