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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ h5 e7 r2 Y2 \: I. ?* k D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 R2 D6 \0 t# @+ EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! V/ }: t' S5 E S; q& c3 WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 s( _8 x9 \; U" ENow I understand what you tried to say to me, l8 U- K8 B! K6 m6 a3 q1 v Y
How you suffered for you sanity, + w1 T0 q$ y p8 A) k
How you tried to set them free,
8 J% \0 ]' k4 j' A& Z2 E( ^# kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 x, ] D }$ t i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: B. `) i; m7 x' c) ~0 N, ^- N! `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 f; l' q3 P, |+ \$ |5 [) V7 zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - w5 T+ W: _& a$ U& t! v; R, V2 L. O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 m+ b- c1 {! r6 T" F d
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! ~& o& S! _( S w2 ] {! w# f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + M3 h% U& Z8 I4 `+ |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 w! B* h# _* B1 }3 M& u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ B: l0 f1 P" c) `1 k! DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, Z# T) ~5 ?$ ?) S* CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' S7 s$ |* m- M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 r+ T& i4 }' O. e3 l# y4 r8 L3 Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! {/ t6 N. }3 `) H+ o( t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 J2 a' ^+ Z5 ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. k5 I$ S" e9 r1 Q0 dHow you suffered for you sanity,1 b' w5 n) l/ I+ A$ V
How you tried to set them free, O2 w( D7 r+ H w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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