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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 o3 H1 W" p, l- k1 n' T2 U3 p/ h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 Z7 V6 e% W. s# ~8 O& q9 aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ x* @9 Y! c1 H" }1 U5 v: s0 OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " C4 A! X1 ]- M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 B, S. G5 n; J! iHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ a7 [" S8 U9 Z, l4 g( z+ NHow you tried to set them free, 6 h; S, G) u9 d$ P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , L; P4 ?& B( `, j* O" M9 J$ B! O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 _/ n4 {6 B: P& `4 ^5 E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ u- \$ h; S0 PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) x, `8 e7 D$ J! `, A$ N5 V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 a3 j+ s! S* n( E5 a# q _$ mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" Z7 \3 v) k2 b) zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " x# U2 C/ H, e, p3 E9 o% |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 j5 a+ X$ g" x3 v! x" v' a2 c
But I could have told you, Vincent, - l- k, q+ Y6 Y+ a3 m, G" k3 ^4 O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 `; d x1 w2 u# x* R" HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& k6 q7 c% a0 wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + V: M, M( L/ [6 F8 x" j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 {; U/ S; E3 v. y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 H6 N, L$ X4 | F iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 `+ d; p3 {% h( r! q$ i
How you suffered for you sanity,
) {: I% p7 `& n: q* _" q7 LHow you tried to set them free, . S& |* L! y& e, ]/ m& Y1 k; k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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