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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( H; u4 h/ v* I/ ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 `3 e0 z' x( q& x- Z/ P4 c4 K/ X2 CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! \ E9 S' l8 O1 o5 d4 g2 D* cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 ` I3 I/ I! u4 [6 Z9 Q8 z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 p) S+ A8 y8 G2 X
How you suffered for you sanity,
. U! r; A$ B6 ?How you tried to set them free, ( U0 w3 F2 b' |2 q; w: }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & P, r. C7 J) n3 }' U) F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # E ]- e4 _; a* X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' o( o9 v) Y( i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( @& X- J0 `1 IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 s4 N* D/ C9 o: `% [0 K! }( A
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! l; @4 }4 _( ^) z$ S! M; l. B! pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 o( }" b. h9 D! {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' C# T0 Z h* \
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 @ o& X9 [, [! ?( v) m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 w3 D r) l6 K
) Z7 v- k, F4 H: ?9 |1 i9 CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 S" \& c! r( k. w( f" |! K9 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# `: H/ a1 I' G, ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* |, T; Q+ I& lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 e. _( e+ ?; o# LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ ?& V0 D. c* A& J' Y
How you suffered for you sanity,, X" X Q5 O: {8 ~* E4 b
How you tried to set them free,
% V6 N. {# q5 b7 R VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ `" b% G+ g n \9 T* N$ u' WPerhaps they never will. |
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