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: w u# M* c/ y& S b% n. b3 uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + w2 w: Z7 |- |( Z3 g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 T/ u+ s/ P( G' ]0 ~; [; r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! m! l+ M$ ] K) |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / N6 H! r/ q) j0 O1 b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ n. F, A, D) l6 }How you suffered for you sanity,
1 b+ J; S6 q T( K% j* bHow you tried to set them free,
$ k- y9 o; `3 {6 b7 V* _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / ?% u. q8 I( T* ~7 u+ O* X0 k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" Y0 i6 i% q& r4 }5 y/ [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, o+ P& ]1 _" }/ C' j0 R8 u; BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! k- c5 D8 K3 }7 Q) C$ f* q
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, ; D" _+ W' V4 }' d* T$ L9 ~7 S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 D4 T3 P G9 G" U IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ h4 O& g- ?: g. s( |: T$ VBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 t' O; r* C+ ~6 FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . [! u H; r0 y" L9 n6 w
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; y: H: ]' `: H/ ~7 rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 M- a: [% e1 B( e4 Q& j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 k% f) r3 \& Z4 o h/ V+ k* G/ HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - w3 @* j3 Q& {+ b0 @; z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, X- l8 [, c4 a6 [: w7 n5 G
How you suffered for you sanity,+ P6 ?' l& X0 s3 ~9 |3 v4 A
How you tried to set them free, 3 V: a) ]; Y1 k' y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! }. o# m7 ]* @7 z ?Perhaps they never will. |
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