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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 p" s0 a9 ]8 {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! E" U+ N% a/ K# h( d+ HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 _& Q7 q; v! q9 v& `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 K& Q+ L! t) p4 u+ e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 w C6 |% j% Y: U
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 Z0 k( P& i7 @* X% \4 n
How you tried to set them free,
/ m" C6 @7 G; O" p4 PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) c* s2 H$ g8 LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! E% e+ Y7 K8 b* {" S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# P& {* {( ?' ]/ G1 _! ]& l3 @+ S# o8 iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! y( j9 Z* l9 Z- o. q, H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " j' ^' d% \; p( r( o- {8 Y' g0 O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 N) {7 L. x: Z/ dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , g/ E ?( z0 D5 b
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' ~% A5 f0 ?! w4 ~+ T. x) J$ JBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; K5 H& g, d4 L d: E( F& m8 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ }8 G; [) L# p; W2 J9 Q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
l6 ?) y, k% p$ A+ O8 M! s7 fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 Y* N- [3 m; U( q) G/ s* @1 [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 ~$ H- X9 S1 h- k( ], j2 C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 b' q$ P5 y7 @! k0 jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ Q7 N$ Y! J7 C! DHow you suffered for you sanity,8 R) @% }& W6 y
How you tried to set them free,
9 S7 c, \3 r( S8 {They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 K' j" z/ y7 W. XPerhaps they never will. |
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