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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) C* u8 Z* G6 x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! O4 I+ S5 v! J9 Y. M# k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; h* X& D; u1 m T$ r9 OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. o6 P! N ]2 W) J* I! kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" \; M6 S+ X3 w9 A- [How you suffered for you sanity,
+ ]/ l( M( ]$ XHow you tried to set them free,
; |- d" ?' _( ]8 q" ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 Z4 i3 C6 X" T! b1 VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# `/ R7 ?8 s% ?' M3 ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 S7 S" O- Z( z' n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ k* O" s8 M; z( S1 \$ NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % ?8 {" t* @7 M! j0 h. z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , R% J2 i6 j0 s" b7 `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 U7 v s: w0 L
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% }- J0 g% b& N. V- O# i1 S4 OBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 n7 c+ j; `; e4 Y9 [4 G8 [* n7 p- P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * H5 W& \) z. Q, R. N/ m- J
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 T* l4 \# p- T, b/ m8 C/ Z# _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " @ M. b* m/ ^; P- v1 c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; g1 G/ ]: o+ e- U( M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . `; Q, U% i8 G% [- T3 v+ @
: y: T! J- V2 e1 J4 S# M% y7 }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) x9 e/ n) f0 Y9 x$ k/ ]6 {6 i' R
How you suffered for you sanity,7 ^; F/ ?6 U% x# o) A. t0 h% X* y
How you tried to set them free, % I6 Y7 a: |2 e, a
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- L$ Y+ P, v7 t' N: rPerhaps they never will. |
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