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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 \% T! y: U7 [, H% qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 t/ p/ j# d6 C B" z) i$ i) C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
w: K8 C8 W5 N- P" iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 F9 p# X1 y' }7 H2 i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! U# ]/ H2 A2 V) P- {+ z( ?7 ?
How you suffered for you sanity, " R. r" p5 Y) `0 W2 G* l% a
How you tried to set them free,
0 N0 U8 ~, o6 B" l3 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, E) C8 R7 O% f% N3 L( `' kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& \; z! }( u. u: i& [2 OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 ?; W6 O! U( ^4 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( S g: `( q& S2 l' |$ ~1 \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% Z9 G8 O' J1 n+ D1 I9 R9 [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 f3 I4 ?. L6 W' u' r" A2 n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + U. j" {2 W8 U; T* Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; b. E2 c0 i* d0 [2 G- [0 C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) E) v* @( x i; q pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 s+ n$ v! z! x. b; g2 eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % y: h, i/ J, @ A/ f7 E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' }3 v5 Y6 d K! e0 v' @0 F, o N2 F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 T5 \# _$ j; D! c3 K7 X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 A: H2 F5 r4 N- ]' }7 W5 q
How you suffered for you sanity,3 B4 X" q+ o* d3 C* r
How you tried to set them free, 8 H' h9 R0 j; N% b
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! v+ H+ E+ g8 w' N# x% j+ |3 L
Perhaps they never will. |
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