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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 Q6 x! F$ p; a$ c3 I- {$ mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, l/ }# a; s3 R ]7 D' ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 I' b% @5 h; _$ A' QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( F. b+ `7 A) rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 r: X8 N9 i) O2 K: Y0 E
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 v, q! V4 f' e7 @
How you tried to set them free,
( s3 y9 C# b, J3 k6 t3 O& A) A7 [' cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# A2 R6 ^7 o8 M# Q7 dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" y; q4 ]2 @9 _- GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * _7 X+ x# y/ m! h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ P# }3 w6 F9 L$ KWeathered 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, 7 \% f6 s7 V: i3 R1 B$ h3 w0 U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 [ Y- A% P3 Q: sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % z& z. n2 a6 ~; y2 `+ C( p
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# V o. |: E5 ~7 }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 E( X4 c) {* A" P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 v2 X" w. B* a' a UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( j/ H, S& [0 ]5 ^; A3 N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ r) [, p* G8 z( L! V5 M9 N& q+ r$ pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. F& w$ q6 o, ~
1 ]. C* {% v6 m) A: s4 T/ {" iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- W" @( q1 s0 L/ z+ m' ~How you suffered for you sanity,
% _! t4 p* z; B j6 ?$ |How you tried to set them free, / a5 _ f$ i4 C. T s9 i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& p3 v# w% C0 ?+ s/ U/ a& g0 ?Perhaps they never will. |
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