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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" f' N) O) q- MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 }& X" }9 ~; A' bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% i2 Q0 W, u! u- } d1 A) }9 S8 a" J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 R3 w0 F# A1 g H9 JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 l1 e) o4 L( O9 V+ C+ S2 \
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 Z" e4 [/ _' h3 x- L$ E0 q; L2 ^How you tried to set them free,
b& ]4 M6 U) iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 e. b( h! [% J) S4 [& dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * U2 ~. X* ?5 H R- ^+ v" A8 O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' m; G" d. E& A7 u, G& a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, |9 |) E" z" M6 }/ @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) W" M7 u, ]9 H1 p2 @, l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! i R& }) G0 n9 W" S' g& m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- ?, E" R6 m+ A7 t0 jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: V9 U) Q/ T9 L! d% [But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 d% T) F! K4 S6 a+ u+ ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * ]! n; o1 ?; Y3 J I+ g% l
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 _$ z2 O$ ~6 J0 ~# w; A% ?; S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( ~7 h y5 m7 p6 O+ F7 x1 x" k; S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( I5 n2 o3 ]" ^- R- N7 kThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 U7 o8 d0 y' z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 F S: A: c7 O8 Z/ R+ K [
How you suffered for you sanity,% R, M ^ ^7 D) Z; P1 v' Q v! G6 k4 N# C
How you tried to set them free,
6 K, H6 s; a9 l' N* l9 q4 [They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 K' Y+ [' |/ m0 i9 s! O, K
Perhaps they never will. |
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