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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . [: Y H6 {* G, c3 u3 E$ A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 N; c& w9 ^4 gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# ~6 u g2 B! O# B" J0 m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ j: Y5 J+ N7 r1 g% nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: Q2 o( q, V- X2 GHow you suffered for you sanity,
& x" g$ E- a9 ^4 w. a zHow you tried to set them free,
9 }7 `* u( A8 r9 OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 `2 N2 ]8 W# p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, Y) ?# M3 q2 N4 Z6 E5 rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 K, ?2 x7 ~' ]! L4 J- T3 r8 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 }9 T% J+ h1 G2 E* V6 j; `' ^1 G
Weathered 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,
; }; G0 p/ f) L1 i1 Q9 U1 \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 p' L- t4 S5 p9 |% U bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # F6 x1 v" m7 k5 c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 S3 z$ m4 u. j% ]! u1 \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ g' |1 o4 f \% |# X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 H/ b- L J! m/ GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 H. M/ e5 I/ m' X" SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! e/ h' t$ h5 Y- d& W5 |# n" G
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, 5 k$ ~! R( m' O5 D( G
How you suffered for you sanity,
O) ~1 U) c7 o5 [- |How you tried to set them free,
% ]3 L3 a Y% M j( iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- b3 u7 R* h; Q" ^Perhaps they never will. |
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