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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, [* N U1 B2 b T! hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 }1 T3 @: W# a6 r0 gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' K" ?2 S. L b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ \( ?9 |( x. }" n( c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; `" q: h$ Z5 {8 w! w% W# m6 T
How you suffered for you sanity, * x3 H: B( R$ [- W. f& d
How you tried to set them free, 2 h6 ~* T8 | C9 Q: ~% s- ~- s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( N: G0 z# v9 ]) o7 J' j, oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ D% }9 Z# `9 |& vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 M- O' F' g1 W& _/ T6 Y k, zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: j8 k; F1 q2 C' R2 l, v/ ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! h. x$ |: E1 U; X1 ]9 E6 r: D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( M/ H- _ D7 J, D: UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ f# U+ _. }$ v4 H! R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 I- `! i: r# M0 q* h; u
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ ^; u8 Y/ s: i5 {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 Y6 i* ^5 }6 }
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 d( W6 j, [8 E4 PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. Q* k0 `5 I" G+ K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - X; @$ T5 k% E/ P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # R3 @6 `9 B0 u" Z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 r7 Q0 G f, S* h+ ?+ EHow you suffered for you sanity,
* q; @ E8 A) m' }How you tried to set them free, 5 S0 `+ `, d( k1 @4 F/ q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 r) h: @; }6 S) L+ tPerhaps they never will. |
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