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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 G9 R2 T+ U4 _- R/ b( \0 n% g4 X4 P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 M j% I8 f/ FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& s4 L$ Z8 F. ^. ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 h5 Q4 A7 Z% {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: A1 q% H6 j! j1 S8 LHow you suffered for you sanity,
, G4 M4 _) T( }$ j; \- nHow you tried to set them free, 0 ]. D2 Y) g9 D, s1 Q' }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * V, H5 W+ o8 r" K/ M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# |5 f: W- Z: d2 I% L1 {8 F# u8 sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 {6 T, @7 P/ o# kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 F# @# ^$ \3 N8 ^" `% A! T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / A1 t5 q6 V$ }6 H2 N' d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * m/ S) p6 W: n4 ^# c
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 j$ e/ X, L4 Y5 rBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 U: ~3 e$ r5 {0 {* g+ u! \0 g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 J' b8 R0 P# C& V% N, v" L: [
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ {* ]1 c/ T1 C! r( C& z1 k# W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 [5 X! l6 u, B2 c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; ~. ^5 J$ o# o- o) R) {3 F( ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 O# r8 D" M/ H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
W: C$ C# b, i5 ]; x OHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 z0 |& ^7 }1 Z8 D% |$ G0 j1 @How you tried to set them free,
$ O3 L5 S8 `: C2 X* t8 Y, |1 T9 iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 P" A9 V Y8 i% ?4 z4 aPerhaps they never will. |
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