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7 d1 [% g0 p/ r4 E: \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ i( V |% j' G- G8 _; c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& V& M, m- o( G" Q% i& lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; A$ g4 Z, I8 Y4 U) D5 ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , x0 P" A5 D' d, g+ R) ^& T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: P5 j) H* R: |2 T6 _How you suffered for you sanity,
* l3 W8 I' b9 ^" ^& E( ]. hHow you tried to set them free, ; w" V9 k/ o- ~# v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & L4 c( J0 X9 ], m* t# {" n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : A9 l3 t5 k4 X, R1 Z4 Q/ y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& j; O. M% A+ C# h" M2 A8 tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 O2 i4 i& R* v8 lWeathered 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, - n1 a4 S9 G4 w! I$ p" \7 c# M) K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 V* x% [- D; X# D0 W5 J9 o# e" OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ F, W% J. U5 g( RBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 s* ~4 H& {/ \2 Q3 R* `& w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 g) H3 c- j" w2 {( u' b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 T0 C X6 e9 u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 u+ w6 J9 P& }" nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; X* z/ V# Z' n0 m3 aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' R2 [! d- q" ]& P
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 `$ C, i+ X- R% m) OHow you tried to set them free,
: h) l# D( T% S% [4 A: S4 T6 }They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 P9 n7 J3 T) [" R( e' B
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