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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 `8 j# n0 L: G' a/ ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 j. m, h% p1 N- _, P5 K4 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 B* o9 \0 r) m- l% B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ N$ M7 I( d3 c# k$ J1 tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- k! U7 e. b2 T7 zHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 h. V# W1 z( _/ z) ^/ l0 k
How you tried to set them free, 6 D! x: j) H# n, P2 E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ Q2 N# Y# v/ ^, }9 y+ {& D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 B' L+ D0 c# H3 @. N xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 L6 |8 ?) O+ h+ N8 A9 ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 N% W/ {0 v2 O9 T3 q4 C. l, MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * o7 s q2 D3 G! Q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % P6 G- ^/ j% b# }+ D$ {& R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 f$ V$ e1 |2 E- T0 P# J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; ~- _+ w/ W( u4 k- XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* `& K- B3 O- I+ i$ \' XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* \" l* J0 ]" A2 JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! J, U! O3 {/ G/ ^+ r+ e2 M c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ ~$ J; {: ?- \, J" X( n, lThe 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, : _4 @/ W- L/ ?$ g9 c1 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
& H% o- o, ?0 \ dHow you tried to set them free, ; c" q: [, z8 S! d/ j9 C P
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( d4 W4 o* ^! i4 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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