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6 t# v6 X$ z4 a7 m9 _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; z* E; R; ]9 d: \ V- h. lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 `( f$ W& ]& R4 x6 Z8 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: i4 E9 M' L: c# C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 Z a! p' ]% C0 f/ _! qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 A W) i1 o- ?/ `: f" S3 i" m
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 t( Z9 I/ Z6 I- J: z8 pHow you tried to set them free,
9 K( Q1 B" _- p8 bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % z$ q, L% U9 p R' @0 d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : M* o/ z$ W5 B1 T* x' U, p' ^ [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 w. j4 S5 f1 W+ Z, \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( D0 ]3 a! L& G! {$ ]8 X
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, . N1 J- f5 F: {0 Q3 j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' Q. c+ k8 y' B$ d$ X" a. w
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' T% W5 R, r# _ @
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! Q) K5 |* N" Y6 BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * L5 [6 t$ @- X/ d
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - f. m$ o) R4 \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 t8 R7 P$ N) V G5 H+ v3 }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 {% R; S3 U- F; b8 T, dThe 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,
1 F2 b4 t6 @) }2 n$ [9 HHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 ]. g. Q- r' `& w$ |7 k+ `" p2 G3 RHow you tried to set them free, 0 B2 J1 @6 i* G [) P
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ v& h5 b- K: s8 t! G* oPerhaps they never will. |
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