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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- h ~0 {* ~. ?: R# `* u; J8 VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, p1 I: N; V0 h3 V9 {+ DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, r$ S, ]8 ~4 y6 a) a; g5 A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 o) R' s, i! N6 e' ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, U q7 Y) \4 i, N* f
How you suffered for you sanity,
% K6 X+ k! v4 fHow you tried to set them free,
! d# u* j t, OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, J* P, I5 a, J7 o+ [7 ?4 cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' ]5 P7 [$ Q; Y2 g' I9 u$ k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 u% M' J1 n5 |9 r) K) Q/ M. T: C) H' p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 V' H. b& |) z. l7 R+ Y1 j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 d- G) o& G* S# E6 LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
X1 x/ |- u' `' z# ]1 |1 C! @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 O+ |3 q ]1 t7 v* h* C; U& N2 K& K
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 T, f& o/ K! | q6 m9 k! n9 K- H6 ~! CBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( h, K& q* w2 e2 s! |; BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 e; S s1 s! |# P. `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 f/ j8 N* i4 n1 @) x% L# K) y* _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 R& q& b( a% }' j+ ~0 q& o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 d, U z5 j/ K5 A& j
. D9 j+ w" o+ k" t, h `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ P7 c" R6 [' |" i$ Z" R
How you suffered for you sanity,4 r1 ~' W4 x: @5 w% z# j
How you tried to set them free,
* G: R n% r6 R; @They would not listen they're not listening still,
& V, L# G; ?% L* S1 q' sPerhaps they never will. |
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