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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % s9 q9 {7 _, C7 e! i% b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# v7 F$ X* `) G5 S0 _) f0 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, E$ x7 ]% Y. l# {9 U% T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ D7 O9 J; I+ tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 e. y; b! @+ k& k7 w1 ?& A# l
How you suffered for you sanity, ) Y1 g# ^1 c' e# W* |( D% q1 i) Y
How you tried to set them free,
+ K" b" ?$ n+ _* v* o* A, \9 fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ j% L! ?6 }# r7 L' s9 LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * m; i; S8 i0 T2 J; z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: R, _8 X2 h: qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* R$ o4 W2 C' F1 ~! WWeathered 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,
) G: r3 B& f, {" S1 VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; J( x" G* R0 l! C1 o+ z vYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 a" A% J+ H" a# c' HBut I could have told you, Vincent, * ^9 R! S1 \" e2 o6 v: C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 h; _+ z c2 P8 G( K" W# l' Q. S
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - v. ]( E) I; Y4 H7 b# q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 @. c0 r8 L+ \! m( ~$ qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; w4 G' n8 w4 v* QThe 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, 5 U8 R) g& F) u2 b& X. a% v' R- |
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ h$ y' }! ^* k# y( y* qHow you tried to set them free, 2 n: H$ r; X3 j# A
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ m, e% ?" L; u+ l# m# ?Perhaps they never will. |
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