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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 w( I0 z: V3 u& kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 u t" L" ^7 SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. G8 C. ?" Q+ u0 T V9 D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , S0 C$ b$ B: f4 Q& J1 H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& P! B" J/ Q( S P/ g1 X# ], x$ r2 V) e
How you suffered for you sanity, - f8 n0 E7 O( y
How you tried to set them free, , E) p& [& ~8 C1 Z2 Q0 ]0 ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' K7 L; ~& S6 r! h9 G- n( H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + q! j! e2 o, }" U- q0 h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 p* n o5 n" o& K4 N9 \! D" n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- }+ [& }+ z% {3 ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 \ ^8 K: Q W ~8 ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# l% c# f; _! K2 m1 [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: j- N/ B: n& |3 ]" @* K$ DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% D6 s6 e" S2 c- k9 h7 E" @But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 G5 o5 O8 n8 b! M) C$ ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * x) {/ d/ B& g& C1 @$ T
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ H* }8 f X: q% \' z$ T: P6 WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - w- p% o. H6 a; U2 Y2 \* P1 j% i" h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 T$ ?7 K- n0 T1 cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& I! m; L9 O3 tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % j5 t# n6 R7 d( `* b/ G$ y$ f
How you suffered for you sanity,2 J% k6 M" W% c: v/ ~
How you tried to set them free,
9 Q% P# A% h! B$ G; u8 y. aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ M& w# e( Y; d8 q9 b1 {+ sPerhaps they never will. |
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