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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, `( {. H7 ?& @4 q* K; RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) n1 q3 p- H9 Q' L: }3 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
z9 L x8 k/ Q$ U- g( v7 m# qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 ?' h; e, z1 F8 V3 s- u. r' `, BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 h; x; a+ g" W. A. i
How you suffered for you sanity,
- k6 t% y+ D6 v- S: ]) Y0 `5 x c9 uHow you tried to set them free,
: D% C% @% p; Q( l N) OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 x+ ?$ O% q' T) zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 m! Q, q! x! t. w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) x+ j% O" b; t. ^8 ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ {! v+ n: T& R1 j1 Q6 DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 o, ~& {6 O: D- @/ w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
e$ {0 M1 e7 {, `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( ? C; B, G" Y6 S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" ]0 {( @9 J3 J- T& C- k YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 P( ?$ T+ F; d) S, Z# xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - T* j5 R/ |0 o* h( w& q9 b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - G4 R |) }( f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( ?4 ?) f! Z6 m4 U: D9 LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 f4 ~4 X1 C" |( NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 g8 |4 n- K7 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,3 Z1 `- g3 b, a5 H6 t, ^7 M2 }
How you tried to set them free,
3 p) w- ~! Q r, hThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 s/ Z% T$ ?# x9 D( k6 S) w' K
Perhaps they never will. |
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