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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: z" b' Y! ], N( g( R) B' kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / l0 w! P7 ^0 m- n' X; W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 J' U7 @+ r5 ~, |/ D7 y# W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 t5 C# Q g4 W. }. `4 n1 s. r" |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, R1 L8 G! r, F% }* I9 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
# U. n: g7 i4 f) M+ [* ?! w" |How you tried to set them free, 7 ^+ o" ?0 X. D' B$ K2 V- U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ A5 v& ?. v* C6 {" j/ C/ I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " X4 h% e* _8 G: N# ?( }/ c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ Z8 G3 `) c4 ^( J2 ^3 Y1 LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( }: @* o' z5 H
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,
; A: p2 U3 `+ ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 d6 n) A- K/ t3 |" pYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 h" ]- X4 ] P7 X6 BBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ ]7 @; k6 Q, ~$ R5 u2 u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 B) H5 l; ~/ \" RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! ]. U. O7 W/ e+ a: j2 z, m$ E- }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 U/ t: e- j; X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% _- F1 k: B5 O9 T; {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - K# G) q6 J& Y" L, k* e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. F- Q; I$ ?9 |" IHow you suffered for you sanity,2 W8 {5 a# q2 {! @# R
How you tried to set them free,
* W& f# a+ j" c7 e7 nThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& X( n" }" C. n. q, K# q* e/ W% F( E' KPerhaps they never will. |
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