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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: V0 n( I" d' ?) ?; OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% u4 V' `9 B* U( F4 f" NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ ?4 v+ t8 q. h, @) b; ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, C5 y, R6 X! P* k6 U) Q' mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; L, Y# w9 ?: N2 I5 ^2 W% ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 r2 c5 l. J w; F* w& ^4 M8 Y6 DHow you tried to set them free,
5 }; h. D+ m' v, {7 r! c. }, X1 `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. h7 [' i" W7 Z- p' Z* X0 I/ WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & j8 t$ ]" `; I; F3 [* T) _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- F) E1 s- R3 ^3 aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ }7 r3 Y4 @' K! Z2 gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 ?6 D e: C+ M4 H. UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( L8 r0 ^- X+ O2 M7 j8 U7 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / h! H6 Y. h, `1 J2 g; u
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 n* F! d4 v' S- \! f1 \9 S
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 l b" j( D- c b% ?/ YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 { o1 x, \ V c* Z" x9 hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 D0 e/ Y4 O) L5 I' U5 Y2 Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 P& @- b( V8 f; N7 K; @2 `' E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * r5 J% Q# `1 Q5 e, e4 ~
/ T; H; u4 W" H, i) i7 u5 @* VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . T$ Y* C0 c, a
How you suffered for you sanity,3 S( i6 [/ T1 u: V; @3 S
How you tried to set them free, ) ?2 }! ` @. p8 D: S; p( d, [1 |$ |
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* x" T. T {; T+ h5 ?; HPerhaps they never will. |
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