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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* q; b7 a0 c7 K; dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; M& C; W$ ~! r7 U, E( ]2 q+ ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) y# t3 F, ^0 L" C: x& @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 j L% S3 b" G }( F" h/ `$ ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 c4 S& c( z. S8 Z
How you suffered for you sanity, & \& p& k$ N" ]& a- H
How you tried to set them free, 5 S; y, @; s ^( n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; P8 G- |( Z/ L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( a/ a. \4 L4 D# W2 `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 D- ^) D9 m" `# ~5 Z* \" D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! I; E$ j9 Y% ]( l, p1 [
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,
5 C1 x1 i/ T; wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % A9 |: Q& }- D0 o4 K
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 T! O3 ?2 J0 m7 I9 X+ UBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 x# y; A8 f3 ]: Z7 Q" H) C6 Y: ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 @ L z: C9 @3 D9 \3 X# K# S1 n
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# [8 |& y' O5 tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 r8 o, v- |$ ^- J0 X q* `' `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. n( C2 |, V8 s- S% g0 A: `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : ^$ A' Y$ ^) ^& `/ s
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# k* Y2 v3 U5 X. \8 V' FHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ t# w4 ~, g/ a" E3 ~How you tried to set them free,
/ s" i" s. B6 N6 I7 E$ AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ o j: M$ c+ ^' _% ?% F) }Perhaps they never will. |
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