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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 m8 v9 [1 N$ w) T# QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ O2 F' D9 t9 c) {+ P/ E) ?) P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 Q$ C1 x" H$ {5 L# X2 U% [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' W! k2 [( [/ H: F; u; U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' Q% q- ^/ Y9 E5 z# e
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 E4 L& T! u( P& ? ?7 _9 `
How you tried to set them free, - j) \# A. C$ _( k! e: ^) D) {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( k" i, P( j- L: gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 s! p8 O8 J0 N) d4 e* O1 N. u& MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 y" T: y+ u% K" c/ e6 n0 }( ]$ o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; m1 }8 I$ q, r( Y6 FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ G+ z- p, D! v; v! z+ H/ ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! g' X: t8 y+ a3 ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 ~8 Q* m+ `9 y7 k S. _; s& H: \You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. d5 C X. k" ~8 Z. e5 y6 ABut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 \0 U/ m8 O! M0 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + `& L" x" c7 }5 e3 b3 H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- K( j9 e8 x* _0 p( MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" L1 I; B5 R/ w, Q7 DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! q2 S' @, e3 pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 I1 ]* f- x! S: m, j- v: \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 i$ [" M2 w6 c+ O
How you suffered for you sanity,
. L- a3 w- z9 Y+ |How you tried to set them free,
/ d1 |% H# F l" uThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; o0 `2 H5 n# w4 U, ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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