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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- w* H% f, Z. S2 p! \6 eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: o, J* i# I- r8 t7 W8 AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 Y3 U0 f0 T+ O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, P A3 E7 ?! HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ v m r4 ]& N7 O, o
How you suffered for you sanity, ! ?3 Q5 c5 Y8 v: q
How you tried to set them free, * C8 h7 i% A5 ]6 s+ w! W5 ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 x9 a* {8 w& H9 u0 y( ~# M( a. h: K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ x& Y" [+ L& T( b% B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, x6 b Q$ D5 X9 F. z; B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 C5 \9 b5 q, \4 V3 c0 a7 F2 d5 |
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, 7 s$ A x8 q, z# n9 D u* d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 p' F/ b( t: Q1 ]/ aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( `: X, D0 R# @: f3 ~" t6 ^
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ w! z. J, g* ?! z4 R* d9 u ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : W$ e/ S( k2 k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! P/ I3 x# ^7 `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- L: ^4 b; G! n s6 }( pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, E: F2 V" A4 k, l$ e7 r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " ]$ ~5 u6 s3 N: |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 a6 `" {0 M" L) O
How you suffered for you sanity,8 n9 G) ^6 Y+ ]8 `( y8 ~
How you tried to set them free,
: g2 _7 _" b" c0 iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 r, O* R* H* x3 L8 q# l4 J A7 rPerhaps they never will. |
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