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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 s7 ]3 L( g; f4 d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, c* H5 @% B" \: G1 x5 q/ n% c: s. eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 R' a9 u+ L$ g% O5 w7 O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : D2 b- d- Q) P+ F, J' ?) j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 O& T' g4 Z9 X0 ?. d/ }. xHow you suffered for you sanity, + A4 k" ]. [9 E; d
How you tried to set them free, % v2 f, T& ^4 I" U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & ?0 @5 v* x$ {4 K% L. c2 {( Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& Y; {; a& f3 f0 zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. S: R& P; \: @$ j6 ] Q. G6 lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 E K3 j5 E' {+ P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 _0 N: U4 X5 dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! x: y, i o W4 p! k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 N1 ]. ^/ v, i! e* U7 M. ^2 P3 u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! t1 S o% g3 Q+ {- dBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 R3 O9 x$ d, j# s7 p$ |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: L* p6 O# b: r: z" { I- iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ r3 ~, y# v/ V. W7 pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! Q: q% ], Z) U$ n l5 MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + m: L1 ?6 A, W( w& K
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' B( P2 j2 a6 x4 _
How you suffered for you sanity,* n! \- N' h- ?1 g, d" o: ~, f( i
How you tried to set them free,
f. U+ y& i, o+ u" S$ B; i4 X9 dThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 K* e/ o! b# q) U+ t& a+ T- v: v
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