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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 s7 E0 ~7 k0 k6 y9 g( ?5 \- z: ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 y2 R0 b; N3 J8 B1 a) U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 l5 B* w/ O( H. I5 {& d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
c2 h) I2 @/ T* O5 X6 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ _# V5 X( ]8 W2 S/ ?- \0 S, J. {How you suffered for you sanity,
2 Y) p4 F3 S/ B5 }! J. ?7 wHow you tried to set them free,
* u0 d9 A- k: v2 vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 r$ H" m3 E6 J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 s/ U2 ^: r! F" @% ~) ]2 T5 N& ^9 B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + p4 u$ ]$ t1 C4 F! k8 o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 a5 U3 u F1 t1 r8 T- W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' b" I; k3 l$ ~# ?# j; }
1 q8 P% i8 ]6 @1 q& |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' q7 B3 C- Z) k- z7 SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' p# H: d7 U2 x6 z( h T* \3 z5 I9 O8 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) ]5 r/ x" v% O) r
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; v! M" ]3 F3 c3 B% O2 W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " ~2 V/ ?4 k. x4 b3 m. `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ `6 F4 B$ M# N: W- YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 L; `2 ~7 Z' J d4 Q1 Q& o+ E3 ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / ?) ]! A! A3 G+ p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, l3 A+ v5 s" k+ o4 }5 ~9 y+ WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% |" N) p' ~1 P& EHow you suffered for you sanity,
# {' {1 l3 K8 _How you tried to set them free, ; Z6 X0 o0 V& B; f
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# L* W7 b% W3 i! NPerhaps they never will. |
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