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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 v! T+ g* _7 t9 D2 Y I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 \7 F( R! [' K5 Y0 q' ?$ t4 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# t8 r9 M6 W& |! K0 z2 p+ J2 iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ W) q6 ?0 I- F, MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 B, d& ?8 K) m6 y) S' wHow you suffered for you sanity,
; c( [/ Y4 i; Z) rHow you tried to set them free,
$ i) x. ?: ~* A6 S3 h+ ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 O- W$ g, R1 y1 r& t& s* kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : R; a: d! B7 t; w% Y' [6 @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( w8 E5 t6 g1 c3 f. i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 c4 c9 C9 j" d& M2 z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ g3 U" u5 ~9 o. F( b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % j+ Q# d( q* O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; g2 q6 W2 y) @; n7 @4 a- I/ Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 H: Y% Y: {* G% yBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 B7 \; u3 R [+ \6 \7 q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 p! @2 u1 U1 Z2 z" k# ~( a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " D' U+ i7 }" i2 J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 z3 `$ Y% f% C. M5 Z- ^/ F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 G# I& V* I- }" |6 [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, 0 l+ M: U M$ P) D) w" U+ ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 \5 A/ O, F% A% M( J# n0 |5 WHow you tried to set them free,
3 q1 j6 M% X+ O, Z& R; n) ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 F Q" M5 N; I5 ^: FPerhaps they never will. |
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