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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( v. v0 X* _ l$ i# oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: L4 `0 v* \6 S+ s( X/ Q IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' o0 \4 f4 ^; U( s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; k, n% J$ g9 i1 @$ Y, K- {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- I! h _1 \$ _/ \How you suffered for you sanity, - Y* ^- t! h6 q: S' B* v
How you tried to set them free,
; r& l, [: G/ A' ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + n- z, s& [7 V/ A( p# r, f5 w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ V( W9 @! D+ T2 C+ T1 D& g$ mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! `9 A% M' n. V3 [8 j$ C' C; ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 a* H1 `/ V, g$ y( l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # Z) W2 u- ~1 W: ?; `+ o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 s6 t* ^2 G7 V6 G1 d% X0 @, X! |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 ^1 ? w3 Q+ x; e9 ^) A6 s) ]) JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( b3 ^( c0 B- ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) }5 ~5 G( D" HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 k) c7 U0 f% k; u! ?- K+ \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ F* I; B% b) F: y( A+ K9 R0 zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! N+ f) u8 m; a1 Q% @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / y: }7 Z- P: V: I. D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! I. \& o8 D3 X0 e' m9 K) `# h: IHow you suffered for you sanity,8 ~7 X' g" ]+ h+ \6 q! `
How you tried to set them free, $ z+ q/ H# o6 A& `( x
They would not listen they're not listening still, , q. a& o- [+ _. a, z
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