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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& v* F& C! l3 m5 u! M) k, t1 T' lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; K& M s n4 b- A+ @, }' }8 \2 tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# Y8 |9 Z7 f5 ^9 NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / V$ h! J/ X/ X. X* w# L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 j1 d) R+ r6 Y, \6 oHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 o( Z2 [; V) b: A2 ~2 X7 G
How you tried to set them free,
" o& S4 ~* B2 J5 A) ~# _* v" D" X. VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& O( k: \9 S6 E# Q2 h5 A- G3 S; rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- ?) T2 V$ I2 N; Y( t- ~& e# }, SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - B' ~; v1 p; C( A0 u' U4 w: U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 \ I9 O7 f( e8 E5 E; UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 e2 h2 Z3 U; ]+ GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / C2 v5 l6 V. t9 O( I8 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ s. n, s" W. Q7 O" fYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - S! K* C# Y) X, {9 C
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( ?5 F g& K/ O: }& ~7 H2 ~& W& }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : s% J( d! `8 }$ P. X4 w( `& l! H0 m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" Y* h% `/ _& C$ d7 u2 e/ f" RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % o: l" m# _- l/ |) s9 f6 J. {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 B" c" k1 Y9 R* [7 [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; D" B+ r2 U) ?3 O: |7 OHow you suffered for you sanity,$ j+ F) i2 a# i# u0 F/ U+ O& S1 _$ L
How you tried to set them free,
$ H H+ c5 F) F; [6 }( \7 fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ ]) x2 S1 |: H7 pPerhaps they never will. |
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