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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" @5 G/ B- ~# l o! @6 TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - Q# A( u) N2 u6 l0 @- I& b) A, P7 j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 Y# G: m/ Q5 z! a* G! p, B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 y: K* A# @# _5 b0 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! y* R& R1 c8 A T& h+ \
How you suffered for you sanity, ) S3 ^7 R! M7 J8 u L' ]
How you tried to set them free, / H8 g1 |# F- I+ W2 c0 S& l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 q I0 [5 N; |$ L" mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 x; C) F* ^( g, H! X: L fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, J1 {% B4 p7 q8 p7 i6 F! [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( e0 |9 i+ `5 T% P' L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! Z. a `- {# ^) PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 r/ u8 b+ ?3 Y1 d3 i, fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ M2 F& N6 r& k5 Z# WYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" b( \) X' U7 @6 ~, cBut I could have told you, Vincent, + x& f7 A- c9 d! U# j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 I- p9 A# l3 R3 ]+ n' g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # a% [+ g0 H! q- |( ~7 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 t+ u0 ]# H0 |- ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 u W$ X/ X+ x) [- n6 bThe 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, : T: x# H+ a& C/ u* x
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ C* X5 F: R, E6 z0 ] m) bHow you tried to set them free,
6 c, }- k0 M ]4 X6 LThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 t# u* x7 o+ `& e5 yPerhaps they never will. |
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