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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 @8 o" E& q2 M! D6 J6 B4 n! R/ M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 J- L& w4 T2 S7 R* n$ S+ t4 x4 ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 D7 u$ [& b/ w0 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 U: M8 o1 l7 y+ J1 p3 |3 ?$ T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 C/ r& q+ h9 K# v; f* C1 O' x& i
How you suffered for you sanity,
( I- L# ?4 z# m9 k( \3 u$ NHow you tried to set them free, : ?' ~6 C# Z5 n0 H0 r# @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) X8 n5 P! Z' v3 k% k! ?1 `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" A9 \9 b/ u; i1 ^/ F0 pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 ^, }& [! B; H9 D& i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 F) U: e: a# D/ l, X4 TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 ^$ o5 Y% Y1 RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" ~! `7 v6 B3 K! a! Y) h/ o+ rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 U! C/ C: s) C$ ~8 X; Z, v3 N3 i gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# M; P: Q9 M$ s* H9 iBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! X4 p) a" M; Z9 J" v1 ]1 K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 _' h# }. b# h" h6 ~' T. W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 K$ ^/ X& p) X6 }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 \( k6 N1 ]+ H& X6 h2 K; o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& q6 T) r1 V8 w$ K" C) n& W' TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 i/ O: ~8 ~8 o+ K/ j% f* j5 j
) L% F- m& J6 y kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 ^. Q+ F5 ~% Q9 g1 G/ N& IHow you suffered for you sanity,4 v5 p7 E" Q% v8 \9 @
How you tried to set them free, 5 X' W- I2 a9 b/ Z5 S# i/ ]
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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