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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) f8 z3 \: V( W# r" H( ^/ q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* P; f! n' O: F1 [- N/ i+ eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) |2 j9 ?8 o+ q) D9 ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " I; Y0 g, m% S3 A6 R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& ]" P8 N2 I/ m6 g+ O) m. B
How you suffered for you sanity, * @9 V" r$ T B# L& t p5 D: R
How you tried to set them free,
4 N8 n8 \) p: j) E+ ^& sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 @! v1 |) ?, b8 X, J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + \' K) n, f0 X* a" q7 b) i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) x" J: j+ o( `- ~" E! oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- ~( r" B9 @" Y% U$ W2 X0 cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# \/ [: C0 p+ q QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * ^+ Q \7 Z, r9 O( p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 f) ~2 R4 D7 d- D5 }' N( [You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 N S$ Z7 N, ~2 r( F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( ~) c6 b6 u0 ^! o% gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& u1 s( G. j# X- u$ JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! }8 m. W; ~! b3 F) ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ G" H, U- B& I! k6 x$ n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ T2 u: D, Y7 v) U4 l: LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & i9 ?1 m7 Z1 ]. o4 p
How you suffered for you sanity,
?- M. l. Q& fHow you tried to set them free,
+ K' c# g) I2 [' y2 ?They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ r0 w3 |3 V# \+ X, gPerhaps they never will. |
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