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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' y; Q3 U, j9 [9 ^- d) A$ z% QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / L# H0 ^+ L: r) \# d$ L0 I7 j" u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* h8 u) A+ P! S wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 e0 S$ \0 F% I5 p; @( h5 LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% c6 l- ~ Y# ? q, d
How you suffered for you sanity, $ F5 X6 `6 F. z9 F" b5 Z( t
How you tried to set them free,
4 H. \% g6 l4 a; {6 | ~6 r! z$ rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 b) y- U) O2 H1 O6 eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ x$ D1 |, E# YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; O2 y( F/ d) u: s2 w9 y: w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! {6 a* u" L0 s! O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 T# R! [$ T1 \7 F& O Q1 y/ O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 ]; d% Q; D2 `* ]% YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 `: @4 ]: b. H5 m/ F" JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 T" V. L0 N4 N: A$ }5 P$ m/ FBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 V/ k. o. b/ t" UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 t" j$ _0 [9 f G- S0 y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; ^. H; Z# r! s. K( X* h& I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % Z9 W) n" I" _( I& k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 U' l) ` P! R, e3 h( x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 s( J8 {2 c) H; t% i) P$ g) q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + }4 [# G, l3 g
How you suffered for you sanity,4 z! p8 l$ f" q2 s
How you tried to set them free,
2 e' c) X- Y8 n( l! [They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 k2 D5 ^) V, j( n0 S8 {5 J0 o: hPerhaps they never will. |
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