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3 T( y7 b' r+ r8 s: sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' Z/ t3 X& T( }! V* s5 J# vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 C- t0 z8 F/ U2 N1 F7 k& L/ j8 CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, h( \& ^7 B3 k) v) i% M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 f) \* _# \' T d! B4 U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& K/ D" Y, }1 F+ N$ Q- THow you suffered for you sanity, + o2 M- g h% \% V3 Y! z9 x z
How you tried to set them free,
; Y ]7 u/ D1 U9 u9 ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - _& B$ P7 u" s! j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% b7 y# c1 r2 D( b% wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 N' t- D" o4 i) m/ XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 n9 E6 u& W3 Q; s& w; F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! j" T: M- a2 Y1 f. d- u' n: tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" |+ L$ B# O( s. \/ G& e- P# b1 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , j1 |9 |/ n# E' M1 O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * \* c2 ^; Z: F" I) p
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 G6 q9 h. w* b7 g7 [7 T2 W! X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 m3 q9 k3 l* c4 m7 k# @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - h, }* |- j$ A6 T4 i, c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! r) C/ z6 k/ Q- t! p: A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % {! y( M: b3 _1 |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 C$ H1 g& F( }0 s
How you suffered for you sanity,0 R m: G2 A: \. v9 i4 h; ~0 w1 }
How you tried to set them free,
! Y4 O d# N- VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# p1 i, |& F# z0 J- }Perhaps they never will. |
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