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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, }( O7 G2 U6 R' o& U0 E# oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! S! V9 d" T8 C/ UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 E) `9 E3 D; M" B7 H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 ] M3 l$ V3 A; r8 p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' t3 n9 a$ ]7 g' S- s8 K2 qHow you suffered for you sanity,
]7 I' Q+ a& Z" G* L, D1 {How you tried to set them free,
5 o* n, D6 I1 h* X8 P0 hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % v' D4 m; w7 v" }: n* {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. p6 u, s' P: P) Z+ TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 N0 I* c( o+ I6 c! O' v- g, v- q( N8 ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; b! X6 X" P; f. ?: T0 a, R: v
Weathered 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,
1 v: Z) D/ ?: |$ V4 UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 a- l/ N) m1 ^; x! m8 X3 ?- d
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # Z/ c# m& l6 E1 e6 ]$ D
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 ^. B) J) j* F0 J: ?9 u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 G# ~ ~- \+ O2 k) Z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 Q0 c9 y6 W$ v( b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 m. [- v _" r2 h$ l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 a7 A7 H! ^! B# H8 \. MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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C) r6 C& U. Z0 u! ^" [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . p1 H. B8 c- B3 S
How you suffered for you sanity,0 b6 j( f: Q9 Z' m" g% v4 g
How you tried to set them free, 4 H! Z& |2 j/ P$ k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% f5 _& J$ e4 ?: f4 a2 _$ HPerhaps they never will. |
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