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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 y% W% ^0 M7 y! FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 s' \: H! D l" U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& B0 ] L1 H/ V) F. A7 D* }, B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 {* {% k$ Z3 E/ H& N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 |5 H, g1 b FHow you suffered for you sanity,
# V; j1 _( p5 b0 w2 b& d' Q$ [How you tried to set them free, ) ^1 H1 @0 V, j% h- N! S U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ v, j, m5 _6 y& I6 h+ `$ R, m) xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- l$ V: W( ~8 l/ J* B5 tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; ?6 D' o+ \% b3 kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: o9 f7 h5 A# |, NWeathered 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,
* u- [" R% s7 h- A6 m( y! v$ C8 fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + G. V' W& |) _% A7 H$ @
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 p1 P( F0 [# v/ v2 \- LBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; y* P# m! |8 `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' y8 i( B- [" N0 l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 M$ U) R8 q/ {/ bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 A0 {9 y: F3 b2 Y) L# n3 \0 j# q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : g8 O$ v7 {" W/ T7 O9 ~4 Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 L7 `4 Y* U: ~4 w- A& f& I; @How you tried to set them free, ! j+ K$ ]: {" d( N) j, w% \4 f J7 s9 S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# R M5 [; w# l% m/ D& i, VPerhaps they never will. |
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