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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . E; Y% }: m; A3 {+ H$ i" o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 ]& c6 ]( @* K. u. l6 h+ XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: X+ M; r: l6 U7 j, C% \8 C8 f) q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
^: J7 a9 u x" ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. N9 s& D9 m7 D/ U3 v8 gHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 P5 X3 Q) M' {' u1 E' ]6 y" m' WHow you tried to set them free, " j0 M D9 F: Z* L+ c( ~/ l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 i( d6 q- S$ b, F+ w( C* @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 C% G; |3 U' j; O* s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) K6 q, @3 p& i) @; n8 p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 _6 R, l0 {4 w; b/ ]4 i
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,
9 x. Z0 J- p/ x( N) @5 o0 |& UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: M3 ?- M, M4 S! b6 d" eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" q( c8 ^8 A! R8 {% Y# _1 m( TBut I could have told you, Vincent, : j8 G+ c6 w4 L, j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / {, F4 O6 V+ V) r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' P7 I2 M+ d: j: M e) p' ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 j" c, {+ V9 r! e) ~& o6 p( a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 U2 `3 K0 K ^1 |, C6 y
0 o- A( }8 L4 N( U, fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! X3 w6 y5 j, E" m/ Z* r% ? rHow you suffered for you sanity,9 a, Z$ M( I* Z0 t; {
How you tried to set them free,
8 f' m! V% S9 E2 ^# r) p" c( cThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 P; |1 u+ ?6 |0 Q' @Perhaps they never will. |
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