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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. U3 [8 C( \) ^. Y& b2 E6 l! tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- V. ^# H# g; ]+ sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# Q7 ?' N# N. D1 @- g% R6 J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 W! u0 D K* r, b( A7 Q/ |% gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 H2 _& q3 d6 C* M/ k& V! RHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 r0 A# j7 C! ?! cHow you tried to set them free, ) h9 c' ~+ u, t- k( z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 S/ u3 L/ z, \. a% H* J* N6 G9 UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * @# o( B6 f+ x8 m# a. D/ E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& m& G5 {$ w+ o7 d$ {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 S* E" K1 y# \* t3 D4 E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 U2 n b( T- |" b' ]4 ^2 A! o( ~# y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) k' d4 H3 z! HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) i) ?5 X0 g; d$ a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 a2 ^1 c% A/ Z! \" f# d6 SBut I could have told you, Vincent, . D# }3 l5 c' @9 y/ R2 w/ x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # g; V8 Y7 W# z# Z( h, i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 n' r/ v( z" t8 sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + O- s5 f4 v0 c$ J$ ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& J' H0 x- j0 Y+ S1 i3 `' sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 ?, C: q6 x; r2 R1 _ F& _2 G6 KHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 b, T1 F, }3 _5 zHow you tried to set them free,
+ F* F3 @3 b/ Y+ IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 X N# N! k% Z5 c3 s R8 UPerhaps they never will. |
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