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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + R- ?1 ~/ t- x. {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' [) p- u, Q! x% P8 I6 `6 ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# F2 u+ G9 u: r ^% B5 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 i& Y- \( t4 W* INow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 j% X- V. e$ }" k* M4 g* Z
How you suffered for you sanity, * g( c+ h% L; Z& d4 j2 |
How you tried to set them free,
, ~9 P6 e$ i4 l! @' QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' f. [0 L }5 y8 V+ }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% c3 o1 v, S' `7 Z% ^; ^/ d, ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, ], y' v! N" J- p1 rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 {4 i8 q! t9 T# r9 ]1 n. ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # S7 c7 h% t! y0 {( z1 o" Y9 L
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, M2 R& B& Q6 ^$ R/ AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, e8 L; @ j& s+ O3 i& bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
a' s3 O7 o8 l/ `) e dBut I could have told you, Vincent, / l0 h4 g& ?& w3 x$ q0 Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( k1 y. @2 O" Z' ]$ [; Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # ^8 S) C6 D$ _& A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 }' E+ D+ n& B3 G1 B0 u/ p; RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 i! P; g i( ], [4 O: ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 t5 E" b+ T. H( b" YHow you suffered for you sanity,% S% X5 V( x% A
How you tried to set them free, _" d! T. D7 M2 ^, Z4 t. {
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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