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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 a; y- ~; Q3 w# m; lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ @8 l, `- [* o" z0 DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 p( W/ i; \8 V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# p8 F, I1 x5 ]( ~' Y6 FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 R4 I6 V9 I/ v7 Y& m
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 r) s h6 |& H" }How you tried to set them free, 9 t) d s( W4 z: P& K a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' Q, r' a) i2 k! q9 e8 q1 l9 U' w0 `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ x5 ?2 ?6 a# D+ ]. \6 R- ]* C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( ~/ R, U3 G7 O" {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 ~1 ?1 m4 r6 xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. {* p3 f8 g. t H8 m3 }1 W/ q8 n; ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( E6 y2 [/ V# V# n6 jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( R7 M3 d S5 b) dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& [. | s4 J* |5 bBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' }1 |5 J |# t7 Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 {4 B+ K; m5 E% _7 a! X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; X" t/ Z/ M o7 E) k& w! N$ R" MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! y4 R Q! z: ~9 n$ X8 F+ r" c4 HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 C! r/ x8 b K' f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * V+ c% E/ h- h+ X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 N$ d; ^3 f. W5 |How you suffered for you sanity,
* {: K+ v4 b! j8 C" r i0 {/ n2 r" ~How you tried to set them free, 1 o! {- ?: M8 d0 F4 `3 }2 b* u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 m {+ V, V ^! N3 FPerhaps they never will. |
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