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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 Q9 p2 L/ Z! K% H: q. D3 |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! K& G. k+ V3 D4 K+ {5 i" S7 FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 ]( l$ e, _! T% gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ B6 Q5 e& @) d9 Z: P4 ~% D" a* \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: ] u$ q+ n2 Y. @1 e0 v
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 z% L. v+ H# _; \
How you tried to set them free, 7 Y) i7 S# m+ u* H" ^/ |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 p( c G0 b- BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, u9 q( K! b+ h* y# f' O" pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" `2 s1 V+ p% n: G, a" X( z; tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! A% C I& L) l# q" k
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, % x. ~; `/ H6 E+ P6 c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , \, L ^5 W. p/ s3 E* e. k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 Q. ^" ]1 a4 m' @' M" q% gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( y) `0 w( \/ v+ m" aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
~$ D8 o9 p ?6 n) L3 z6 L2 jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( i! B) k* F! S; O' ]0 pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 S4 w0 x; s# U. [, g- \9 o8 gThe 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,
6 ]- b7 S% u. M0 Y0 bHow you suffered for you sanity,- @' G- A9 @# \* v/ ]& T$ R" ^
How you tried to set them free,
) M% ~/ Z V7 ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 }! `- g/ w, K" ZPerhaps they never will. |
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