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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) s$ f7 \; w8 u. K# H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
S2 R8 m( W& \& ?$ N, j6 M5 H6 a# Q4 fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 I; Z0 q1 k! v! O8 lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, y( Q9 q+ G7 L, DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) w6 F2 I4 U$ o/ d* \
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 h6 `" ?* j3 ]% @
How you tried to set them free,
! \" N" F+ M. B& Y) M' @! a5 {# W4 `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 z$ ~' c7 [" G: k& K: lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / b9 b1 I/ W2 L+ I4 [) v2 p+ X+ c J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : s% w s" S4 M: w3 W6 A% Q: }! X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 r" d I; n* s$ x/ t2 j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 V3 b0 D" h0 O- d6 p, v3 qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 n0 \7 X7 l; V. _# @* KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ d/ O/ ?" j) V& P$ P' mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 J; G3 @; b* k& A) f% xBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: ~& `% d' U: PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- X$ ]% A. n/ a% {2 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 t2 H1 D9 N+ A1 U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 a7 F. z1 ?0 g4 F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 M! [7 j8 e2 r& U7 ?0 B4 oThe 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,
j) O0 m2 Y2 ]0 |( E" P6 \How you suffered for you sanity,2 e0 J1 r+ X$ `
How you tried to set them free,
, i) y4 I( k4 p3 MThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) K+ @. H/ I4 s! N# ^. C; P# f" O
Perhaps they never will. |
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