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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 n4 O; g( \5 I3 Z( \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # U6 o$ X! y3 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," o1 c) g4 a* a3 d0 Q; M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ Y3 C3 \9 t2 q3 m: b1 M; Y% XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- J, D( E/ m; a& U* L7 D5 A7 \How you suffered for you sanity, 6 D8 o# r- x# I$ d# [' \2 Y
How you tried to set them free,
* W% |0 U* K" O# h0 \3 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % c5 _7 i- b4 c* p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / q- Q5 ^* E! x$ Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 j6 r- Q9 [: B! a+ oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' L$ `+ s7 b4 q9 O6 ^3 L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' f( i* _4 y4 l( v* n4 T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + |+ f$ v# x: x; j* J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) h; r6 D; t8 s! F4 _; [# l
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; J0 s2 Y$ T( k$ I( W) G) a5 HBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ g5 x. z% [5 L' p% k6 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, T3 X; i9 w4 u7 y# ]0 TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- {8 ^% |$ Z8 FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 A" w6 j: T _% j3 m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
T0 _. N2 q0 j' `9 h; N8 gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % v% R; ?% |' E) J4 v0 q1 r' c2 `- Q: s6 m
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' o9 }( Y! r2 A( e" A' v
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ ~" F, k8 k' n% A0 L0 NHow you tried to set them free,
, X7 l* K. Q0 R1 t8 ?: g2 [They would not listen they're not listening still,
' O* a, C3 O9 ^9 x5 ] u$ qPerhaps they never will. |
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