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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % g3 b( k$ @8 G6 x w- Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 v+ O7 H. j; g! T" OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: h6 r2 v* R( }7 v! j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 j V9 r/ O- G" W+ }5 NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 ~6 A' Y" U9 G" t8 p
How you suffered for you sanity, & f# I$ O4 G2 ^# T" T* _
How you tried to set them free,
# ]* ?$ A" m' x+ _) i: B+ hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' m: l/ `! q+ p0 E4 @7 m w% vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 X% C5 L+ O% u& s& W3 F3 nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 ~" q0 G) W$ L8 r8 v; s2 z( L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* G: L/ C. W, V2 u* z) O3 V2 zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 m, o Z" U$ G' v+ {: X3 t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) ^6 S9 h- E, U3 e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 z: K, q+ j; k# g' _& ]You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' ^8 k& J9 w% v1 }' kBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 y3 Y8 c* ?% X2 S9 e+ k9 f9 Q: rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! u0 H7 ?' W' |% ?7 B
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / E, x( @" B6 Y3 S7 l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. A, ] C) c1 b4 s0 Q( G: Y: [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) }9 ^7 I# q k: o# lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! G4 p- G6 ?) f6 F1 \! T% a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 F4 r D6 N7 N) P. c) G' mHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 R! e& r6 L1 q) q! I1 {% ^How you tried to set them free, 9 Q: u3 S& B @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' O! G0 E* b5 u* e, ]) G `Perhaps they never will. |
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