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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; S( ]' l: q3 ?, yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 X9 `% C* |# C& d5 S( U9 R+ F; sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 V* J R7 ?* \ U5 ^- x& P- Z2 ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" ]. M) S& Q. K0 H0 T" Z% o9 KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. @( l$ v* F) T7 N% _
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 }6 a' |) B* P) r, ^
How you tried to set them free,
' C% u) H6 s/ R$ B, IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . ^! V) V' A9 C4 K+ k n2 e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / e+ P% R. U- r; {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
w( n8 ^% s5 Z( ~- @; lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / w) A& \+ f4 h" Y: U, x" g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + M9 Q. F1 B2 R1 o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- `0 A$ m( F- n. R* KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( L ^0 _% ~ ^: ?; e: e4 NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; }" v3 }0 |) k- J2 x3 [6 UBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; X; C4 U' z# EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 P' [9 x3 ?: `% D; J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / C2 U- I3 r; z( Y& o' e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " a: Q5 |& W' p0 N! H
The 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, 2 w# `' r, ~% l% h
How you suffered for you sanity,
! Y5 v% @1 X! MHow you tried to set them free, . T, v+ s+ W& v: r( z
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 z# w/ A/ v: i2 l; c, e
Perhaps they never will. |
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