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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / O4 `7 M/ D0 o! M3 j" M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 h% R) D0 }/ e5 K1 l4 }( EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 {3 b" Y5 k( @+ f" l0 i4 }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 x5 N' }# \ }: b( v( \" |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: A" ~9 B J2 c5 p0 y8 n3 D5 L
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 f9 L q& u. S" F. O- ^
How you tried to set them free,
$ w ?+ g- v/ ~5 eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 h. ~7 ]. c, @1 D1 r0 N, xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" {. Y# ^* A" n# eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& R" q! G$ Q6 P) {0 {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% I! b! b) I4 b' l( X- tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 Q9 C% F1 q) X( y6 B' xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ C$ n0 \8 l) sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ V0 D; v) h4 _% XBut I could have told you, Vincent, , ^, ?# Y2 V" y+ ]% }( M! S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 R7 W" Q) S& \0 `. L. D, R! X m6 @
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; `( l) L6 v4 L1 C/ ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 X+ f+ k! P6 Z+ E: B& `% [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, k8 M8 V0 [, p; `# w% T. b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " K1 j9 o( p- _5 _+ r
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 h5 V; y. [4 R. r% XHow you tried to set them free, 6 w7 ?% e* M1 X; O0 B* ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) _, |) N- R" P# @
Perhaps they never will. |
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