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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) F) j- y7 O6 W/ H0 G9 T( [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! N& O! Z2 V4 I, x% }* }, ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# P4 }: U% r" d- r* bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. K' x* s) N# t! l( K6 |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 |" w0 M+ } T, Q
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 F3 M, U# k4 p8 [
How you tried to set them free,
' [( r' ]* k& j' \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( q: p5 [4 k4 x& c( ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; k% V3 t: m9 ^ HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 ?' }$ \- r8 PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 A2 H# k/ n/ M
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,
2 q9 Z _, k7 M1 s. aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 \' P1 D& m# t# i) ], j/ T6 eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% Z5 Z S! {! I# r" ^- u- d1 H9 qBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) T* P* s, s: H. }/ U: o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 n x- I' E1 \! R4 V0 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 ]. |$ ^ ^, x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* @2 n' ?8 v' r1 J0 [' d. \2 ~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,
6 X4 r0 P) ?4 H6 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
! t7 \3 |. F# G( G4 @; V5 OHow you tried to set them free,
1 j s( }$ |1 {& s7 J& A9 KThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" g- x8 {( v7 WPerhaps they never will. |
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