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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 }% G0 ^4 i+ J" rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . N* O1 u$ e' \6 G! B! }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ `5 w) g4 y ], |- S$ H6 M* ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + L# u- |4 Y: I0 o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ ^( m7 C0 M8 ]1 dHow you suffered for you sanity,
% t! x% E4 C0 G" t* }2 X; T/ MHow you tried to set them free,
; B7 U8 c! o$ a2 [. Q% v! ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 B3 k# s9 r2 |8 h7 F- h0 D, SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
d% F8 I! b3 j/ XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & o9 B8 E7 d% p* ^; @% \/ x0 A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& d' w5 Q; V& @; G- {& JWeathered 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,
! N" z! S0 j; c9 M) X4 j3 `, w" }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! i& g3 N# w8 r" X" z9 f: zYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' d: {+ R2 D2 o7 @/ nBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. J v8 z% [. o" Y% M: eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 J: G6 i8 V! ~* r( M. T [$ S z+ sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: ]) {8 k/ E2 _2 ?+ _# mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) M! t# L" ?8 M1 n+ _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, |2 O& w; s- B. z8 B
The 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,
# x0 i& r/ i6 t9 @2 G! j5 `3 FHow you suffered for you sanity,6 u, H& f8 ]$ t2 y l* M# \
How you tried to set them free,
# w, o' S0 m) Y) ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 D& k8 R7 x/ \/ |8 a) FPerhaps they never will. |
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