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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 ~1 Y: R$ C( C$ i& k* ?6 I0 l# Y# p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % k/ U8 z6 e& l& v% P) l8 W$ z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 ?4 w1 K$ }; FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: K1 N% A: m4 U S" E/ pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& p+ \( s. |" _) M! z* uHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 t+ d* w; x, A$ T: KHow you tried to set them free,
7 } f: S; J5 c% M1 g- sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # g- \& p% Y( X" i U1 h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; U V0 [" _0 G7 K" t- f, G( dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 X( m6 R7 S$ q9 p" Q* g+ Q8 n$ hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : f2 R1 [4 j; ?# K6 X8 u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / f! h- B, X$ Z. k8 i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 [, l) U2 }/ x* a5 a& T2 d8 f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 o! r8 B6 T2 T5 ?8 ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : @' w- z" @1 c$ ]3 l5 {6 _
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ p" I) f/ B6 U$ {0 l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( W$ m9 d. m( l$ W5 b7 T7 Z7 KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 D6 T, p8 W9 N0 ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ @" Q& c: g% l; Z; S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: H: r. Y& Y5 k0 P' {3 PHow you suffered for you sanity,
' z( s& a8 ?1 J; bHow you tried to set them free,
$ Z$ A2 M( C; R7 m: v9 IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( [# V2 S& W8 u6 g: iPerhaps they never will. |
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