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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 @' h$ o v! I% Z' n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" p1 X8 g1 z- C1 j7 g( wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 Z& J, ?/ p9 }- w3 OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! X: W9 F$ V1 W) r% r. R4 d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 Q3 M2 {, W+ W- a
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 e* D/ l4 [1 o& X8 x, }How you tried to set them free,
2 x) Z+ |+ w: c& \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; c5 @7 O) O4 a- t* rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : Z; G! k5 q! ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 l4 z4 q; O# U+ sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * f8 D8 S: p4 Z3 \7 I' `7 k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; K* l$ o9 b6 AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 J7 y/ K9 S& b* s6 u% k9 b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 h2 d3 s9 x3 iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - F" c" B9 f/ u. e1 |% a5 M
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 v" b% u' @4 `, v$ _% ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# U2 ?; h s. F( }0 |4 e* B* [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! ], |) i, `) FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 E$ E$ ?' @& m0 L8 X. ]+ }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, c, Z8 x0 i4 V1 P% 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,
4 I+ K9 f7 Y4 `& F) o: H" X# z2 fHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 ]$ f, L) [. K$ G& b# \/ rHow you tried to set them free, 9 [5 G" q' B, r4 C2 A# l- M
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 M. O! J2 o- ]* R
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