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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, p2 p6 P( g- d7 q, X: u8 q8 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * T* I4 r3 e! r2 ]! _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 l8 {7 @" V4 ^3 \# W% w# c. MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 g0 P/ n8 j5 x7 `+ [+ K, s8 ?% INow I understand what you tried to say to me,. E" l' C- d5 u
How you suffered for you sanity, ! U E# ~: ^& r4 k4 k
How you tried to set them free, - n4 k) N6 F9 d$ q% J4 P0 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( @# F6 B, \' y4 E4 |: j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& n" W# W s! y7 zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * t; `/ W! h8 T+ @8 x5 G6 }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ q7 N9 n3 S, fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 L/ }' A5 h" m! G! _1 g
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. T) e, v3 s5 t0 s, y5 f$ xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / M) p' X j1 Y# n/ A& w+ a4 H
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' X& }9 T6 U5 G* B7 A( G: JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 H1 m( I5 q l/ mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 H" y% D. w* X! @/ ]) i) \
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 S$ y: O+ x; v1 j }2 y, oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 s9 }' I0 A- u9 }$ J: y+ B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # f5 G( _' C, J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; {% c' y* g) O1 x% b* l
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! K1 U/ b6 g3 a# ]$ L6 yHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 E9 D0 ~! S4 j6 J6 X _9 bHow you tried to set them free, + f2 Y, Z5 A$ {5 B/ _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& | |8 ]* _: ]8 |6 xPerhaps they never will. |
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