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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ \$ F; [5 L8 o3 }. _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. d8 @- \) `. b' T8 A G: DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* Y1 Q7 j; `$ xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 N6 H0 A' V7 z0 O- KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ s( q0 b- h) Q9 o3 m
How you suffered for you sanity, ' r4 s' V5 a9 Z/ M: ~" L; a3 a
How you tried to set them free,
2 }0 l( V' n4 w p4 nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 Q0 J6 d3 Y6 Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
u! r& F' l# o" \- KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 l' e7 P! S8 W! `! b5 @% C8 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( k: Q4 {7 f9 w) x" {2 EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " Z5 e6 ?* }& M/ V! e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' }" ?! n8 i1 z1 f, w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * c( [# G9 e/ `0 T; I- T( R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 M+ m+ e9 J+ N) T7 A1 L6 gBut I could have told you, Vincent, . U2 x* K. M2 }: t5 q0 N, s7 E! b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % E" M. A! R, |! ?% f- K7 I; L* A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- l% O9 M0 K S' b8 v) PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 Q4 z) t8 {, {% E* o+ J8 c$ B/ MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ s& G$ G5 V' a6 S2 d
2 h& `, u3 T; ?- m: YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) ?8 H4 \. W2 F9 X, a
How you suffered for you sanity,
* l! ^- |" ]; O7 S8 p8 vHow you tried to set them free, 2 S1 E: S% X4 X1 u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 t% M7 L' i# l, _3 e; _- yPerhaps they never will. |
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