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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ^0 u! J! Y- [; L% A6 X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" j" s7 K4 L5 p! Q% XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! |/ h. e" l' u4 b: ?7 G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 P: v! T0 P! q' W1 ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ {9 H! F, o% d* a* x" D7 {9 XHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 {. D6 x0 A" X# c1 ?1 h, \$ L, G7 M* wHow you tried to set them free,
& E( Q$ } z8 P' `3 [% s: y) S6 \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 m4 i6 T9 f# M) v& ^ J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ D# v& O' }; t( f% H$ GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; P, _4 w6 G. TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 g$ |5 ~; E7 i6 D, r0 Z. ~/ n% AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; z! w! H2 Y+ E- w4 A; b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 A+ m; e& C. i4 m. m+ L. |* b! ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " H2 N, |/ V7 N' u4 r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * ^" _. q) Q6 |! [- S" O* T
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 Y3 P! ?1 V/ b7 z0 p& A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 O5 ^$ H8 z' g( }6 ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & i$ p! K0 N, G. ]2 {7 M( N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& `: A: y: R8 h$ I4 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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^3 ~; l+ ]3 P( D/ x( `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# d2 m( F# Z. B" p5 A6 s3 hHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 ~) p/ K8 D; |& W: sHow you tried to set them free,
D4 {2 `; Y# I9 WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 E+ g8 E6 ^ q$ }" pPerhaps they never will. |
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