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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! k: j$ U( c: L' T" v; B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / L7 l0 n- L$ J2 r2 ?( k: N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 d0 u) R+ l% y* H! q1 H' ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# b+ `5 i/ A4 \1 F& INow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" O3 f+ x7 W3 B" o% [How you suffered for you sanity,
' d$ B+ v# _3 u( i' fHow you tried to set them free, 3 S0 k- |6 C; ^% P$ X6 P+ X0 A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 f: E. r, x' ]9 L- b0 h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . o( k4 ~- a# D8 y0 L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. q% D5 K7 J; R! K$ kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* w3 p* x4 G% ^) z U$ P zWeathered 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,
3 `8 s, v$ E# `( d1 O# \$ u! AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" m+ D; g" j0 e" C& PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 u( [6 q5 j2 v$ S
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 z3 o; v! Q/ |. s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 c* N& z# z2 g& N; T1 u
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 Q p# N! H7 ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( c/ G- t! [1 |! ~& M2 a: h7 S- w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * I% S8 O" Y: Y g( I [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 i# g; I$ |. k) RHow you suffered for you sanity,1 Q% u* n2 H. H* o3 K+ d
How you tried to set them free,
6 _. l2 [8 M, R2 h |& o, f3 q3 hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ i" Y2 Y0 j* P7 i; @/ o v3 f: _! B$ uPerhaps they never will. |
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