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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & v" d% [/ o; a7 K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 J/ x$ K9 p- K& g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# Q, `' J$ K e& l1 ~5 u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + z+ |) [$ E# U/ D; y1 N9 u; O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- T V& J L9 l B2 \/ SHow you suffered for you sanity, - C: R" m+ Q) @* J
How you tried to set them free, % X: Z9 a/ x/ W `8 X: i! k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 ^1 H5 W$ z" n: q+ f7 _! O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ x% R7 D3 l/ K' j" xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % N6 n/ f% r$ v; J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 d+ [2 _3 d! K( \' bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 Q/ Z8 b5 e( H' y4 _6 E/ U
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 N7 F5 p! ?9 ^: B2 IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % [& A- z' x7 i: ~% g# I9 t
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& [& P1 }$ F/ }+ }- x$ A+ c& `4 y! L+ jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ ^1 b8 M* h- ]1 D. }/ T* R9 }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; t* p |3 d# q$ h3 W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / N& z, v/ o3 x) K+ c' I7 I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 E- _! y" Z9 P7 u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% @8 T( Q; Y; IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 A# E3 ]' y! m, [
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 b8 Y$ \) G" r9 T' j: w! aHow you tried to set them free,
% f/ c# G+ o7 ^% ]* m9 _) B1 wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 K' e, v! t& |. GPerhaps they never will. |
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