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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; P' ]& b" L- }7 F2 @( MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, X/ ? J7 P( k, ^: o1 SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 Q7 E4 p; [! q9 J9 r3 h0 T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" N4 q9 M1 Z) t: J9 jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 o& M1 W8 i2 w& r; C1 qHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 u' R |& J1 V* r6 T. jHow you tried to set them free, L1 h' H$ X, N6 W( r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; U; D- {8 K- j6 J: WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 l" S, f/ c, g4 g! b* H3 ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% D& `! ^( Z k* Q$ t1 y+ bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 c3 S) w- i$ 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,
; j$ j8 @# z+ K2 i P7 ?& @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # _; q3 Y0 I7 O" K" N; T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( ]3 M" F7 R0 A! @6 ]
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 f3 i6 ^) _1 K7 n9 s2 iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 ?) w% o7 {* Q% k3 B' \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 I& S& x# V1 s6 w; s a& L' iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' Z8 O, k* X+ t5 m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ y6 g9 [" D, b% n3 SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 x! t! X4 U9 ?5 d6 Z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ w \' i7 Z/ i* B: lHow you suffered for you sanity,
' m8 n$ ] L" _0 N: v( dHow you tried to set them free, 5 j9 [3 ~ e! w8 J k( |
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# y2 A$ \( T: z, @( T2 v; @' [Perhaps they never will. |
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