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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 _1 {8 q7 l; \+ Q5 h2 ^! R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! J7 A7 D' _4 t ]6 n \7 MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( W9 j' e0 o3 @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# _5 f5 {8 ?$ O' ]2 q- s8 g$ ^6 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me," V! m y; T6 T; |: B
How you suffered for you sanity,
( @ m/ }# t ]! k$ L) zHow you tried to set them free,
& H$ p9 q$ n% v9 E# S- X7 z- h! lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 B3 ]' C# q1 q1 [" r. z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 {$ [# X9 E2 ^; SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 A: F# `' v4 a' [- G+ n+ Z+ m! |% r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 s0 L' f6 F' o$ v8 q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 x: N+ k4 e& h# j" o5 H' FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 f! F$ y. |% }( q) \6 nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ d3 E8 W1 y) A5 k _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 Q! Z( D1 j6 r: I7 uBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 M3 Q" K: k! p3 H3 SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 s. K% N }5 r: W3 V9 ~7 @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 \+ P/ u5 U1 e$ ?4 FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + Q$ P- K: e. Q( K! y5 I+ j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 D0 Z3 ^2 g: M! q7 \" l( C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 b6 G$ {5 f# B) S3 E1 }3 [. K% ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' [* O" V) O/ t& G% I% C2 w: XHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ a1 F" I" Z y# IHow you tried to set them free,
& M) ^! N( d oThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ n5 }* p4 g: c$ @Perhaps they never will. |
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