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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 Y) E- U+ @) i* |' m+ d" vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 H2 `- T \3 d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, y5 C( |; g: Z+ R' X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( ] j. V6 M' O- q- T a) z/ XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, M3 V% R2 `( ]4 z9 P7 e0 y
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 i1 c. f1 O2 ~+ S. I8 K
How you tried to set them free,
) ~+ h% F ?2 R( Q5 c$ cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; B" M- s$ z# {9 g& ^0 k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 k' G. [; t3 c# `" L2 f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - _* M; B7 H# \ q: @6 U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 ?3 d* {) e8 MWeathered 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, 0 l7 v1 Y7 r% Q* \* u I" c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 k' A- Y* K$ U r" p0 z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 H6 `! G% y/ v! n2 W( n) S9 ~, @! }! q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 h$ D6 U+ B* o- C, c; ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / D x `* V# v; J) y9 M2 R% @
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' F1 ?9 t8 I E/ r( [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 z8 E3 p! |6 _; n, i6 m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 i/ P! y0 p, H. \) i1 JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # p" n9 J: u! T1 k% g
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 J/ f& g, `$ I' j1 L' x( dHow you suffered for you sanity,8 T2 b. E7 |% A; P3 S" G
How you tried to set them free, ' E" Y( W! j% G- H8 F& D7 T& q& u6 p1 [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# G* I$ T2 W: ]+ ]$ R3 H bPerhaps they never will. |
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