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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: L# D9 j+ _3 C5 SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 }& G8 Q4 o$ f6 o. vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- s, |6 S$ e$ C' P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, F/ w1 ?$ k2 }2 _ oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
X9 E m% `! I* LHow you suffered for you sanity,
* J: c' Q: L2 G% n- N8 mHow you tried to set them free,
$ z( g8 J& a1 WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 A* K3 u; T5 `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) y0 ~0 n9 t/ J5 [3 u) u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ g ~( y+ y: @3 P- n6 GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . b- `$ Y7 ?# N3 D+ j) m
Weathered 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,
& e* g7 N" v! ~+ |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
g( l) T/ I( l" y9 k" f0 b* BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 j( G2 F: e- j* S6 ^9 y1 ?/ [But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ h- c j' N4 y aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! B3 z, }" U: C, [
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; w+ X! C+ W; G% T6 z9 \+ A) kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) L$ G3 y/ J Q. |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% n7 x$ y4 \* H, BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , q- b5 i8 H: m" l- r
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 \8 c7 ]: p/ C( aHow you suffered for you sanity,6 g! L& o" l/ }. }! R- [
How you tried to set them free,
! [" j/ }6 Y& T& O1 N; vThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& @, [; D, w2 K1 t8 }' ?1 TPerhaps they never will. |
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