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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) m- G" A4 v, G4 k6 m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. f5 D. `0 [# w& ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) x% G8 g$ N0 S' F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; ^7 F$ W/ G: H z6 ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 f9 E$ D, w8 D5 o
How you suffered for you sanity, ' _+ Y9 S6 Q0 [2 }% y6 z
How you tried to set them free, / W9 k" J* y8 B( u7 a" w% o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 _& f" G+ T" @/ g3 G/ ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 f7 M% O, \; O! Q8 R# W% E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 |* [* d% p! GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ \) A8 N+ J! O4 Q7 A7 N) \
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,
4 R: I* r. K h) ~- cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ L! L& [8 z- ?1 Z. Z- [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
|* n$ l1 g3 q, r* n6 j3 bBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 [* G5 c/ D* c6 c$ \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; j9 e! r* h4 k( y! L2 D+ K; t' V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 s/ F3 ~" }- H+ i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
[: K, ?: ^ B3 @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, $ S. e7 T) ]9 Y/ {
How you suffered for you sanity,
- V& q# n, C- Y j( b QHow you tried to set them free,
/ X( h% M4 z$ ~. T$ h5 j8 CThey would not listen they're not listening still, q4 p0 s* O7 b) A& `# {
Perhaps they never will. |
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