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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ p0 }3 {+ N A8 @# U7 xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; m3 D- r: u4 H4 Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 `6 @( \) u) ^+ G4 I* q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' W: s7 s# A$ z% J3 e" `* S4 \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 @- ~& J6 y- T1 n' v' [0 @/ v: o! e
How you suffered for you sanity,
G# r8 T! j& @9 k& u; I; ~9 oHow you tried to set them free,
3 U7 L6 ^# |- F$ PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ D/ k* a% E) L6 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 C( l5 T8 Z, a9 e% @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 O* q. q- ^1 g7 p0 ?5 B- R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- b" W, c u2 | V7 A' H# UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * `1 E+ O: Z, l: ?( u5 R/ A
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; ~$ }' d+ c5 c! kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 j B h) d* M9 h8 x: I* q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" Q8 T# H, l: `0 |+ Y K* Z4 uBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* V: |# m& J1 p) h0 z5 o* Z# g+ `1 |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 Z z3 q2 G3 \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # x1 J3 L+ k! O) d: u& _$ C+ E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: W* l$ d# A0 ] c6 I5 r# xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 S; E$ x& K& m* r( r8 j% ~; p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 @% `3 F9 J$ j& K5 B. v. VHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 ~2 m. z+ k) e* u% SHow you tried to set them free, $ X5 K6 c1 T5 L+ z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 q+ k) o5 O" J8 [# \Perhaps they never will. |
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