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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ L S. S; F0 k1 Z: p1 q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
`$ f4 m' {4 H: ~0 \" DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- T( I. F- S3 I. k% Q8 rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. h A1 F! h6 u6 Q7 cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ e8 a o [2 R! Z) u' b9 LHow you suffered for you sanity, - Y: u8 s* y2 e% Q( H1 N& ^
How you tried to set them free, 4 i; F! a! X- {( e: ^4 x0 `5 Y' Y. ?1 R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 M9 n5 P& J2 g5 Y) K+ z4 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 p* s2 |2 x! f/ Z) |9 Z' o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + T: k' m B; ]( {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! @* j$ r. \) N/ f6 R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. U+ h3 u( X9 v BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 H7 L+ {2 b% i( E0 ^, _5 i* XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 m) V* S9 V" `3 ~5 [
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% w) l9 h, i5 k' ^! k! \But I could have told you, Vincent,
: p- L$ }6 q6 C# O$ c3 IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" f0 i/ u/ L2 g+ t$ k3 hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 n* n# i p' @ q. `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
S5 W/ x4 C8 b0 UThe 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,
. V9 {- w" ~7 T1 f$ {6 f5 ^How you suffered for you sanity,
1 i* S2 a ^* K7 U5 {: |How you tried to set them free, : g: t- O8 X: S4 W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 h( U4 K% p( X/ WPerhaps they never will. |
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