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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. v. B( q# b. q+ F# u: x& ?; nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" z+ N b" E0 [. n: H* LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! N& x' Z# a" yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( _8 H- F$ v8 c0 \, D6 cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
e" n. b1 a' G. p/ p* WHow you suffered for you sanity,
( c, R' P9 ]/ ^. P hHow you tried to set them free, ! P5 {/ u: I7 `% D; @) e8 M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. x" z2 Y, K- m" K% C5 X% r, z( ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- E7 v2 n! U3 mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + W1 }! c9 E9 J9 c+ _9 {; f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! M Q V, f, m( e2 k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; o. [0 |+ L" S; g- D6 w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 R$ A6 M/ [, w+ W: J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 ^0 v0 I' j6 f: I3 d
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : m f5 G/ f2 }/ a
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ f/ ~) w) }9 M- u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ \) o8 b# E; v4 W5 G4 O
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& M4 ~% W, L* \) D) _2 m$ sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, Q& |- A' w; T, V1 J+ gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 V1 z, V! j0 U4 j! ~* w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" s% m4 o) R0 ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ e' d0 [; Q- d% l4 ]( z. `1 x8 X/ AHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ N& r& N, ]. j( t! K1 ~! _How you tried to set them free, % o0 s2 b4 j9 V q& R5 ?% v1 k) W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- d. ?) b( b# n- }: b5 P' qPerhaps they never will. |
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