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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 h9 l/ U" ` H5 F& k) g+ g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; B8 F( t$ u0 e4 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 g" J4 H/ k" _2 d5 w9 yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / y' G# ]4 _5 @! {* s6 c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 D& S# G$ Z, O# V: E& `How you suffered for you sanity, # x% a5 u4 l4 Z6 r# q5 s2 m
How you tried to set them free, # G- L/ Z/ N0 V, J' }3 V; [! {( t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) c! w. f2 Y' bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
o/ ^0 j3 A% `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) t4 l+ [# v* x& }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 }: R; U2 L* |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, 1 S F" a {& q; i8 `! N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - E; _7 o4 v; I, X+ P
You took your life as lovers ofter do, X' q+ O! A, h
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! k3 A# I0 w8 N- Y; QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 [5 j) u8 P0 M# V; sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, q1 I9 e; J s/ q! |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- Z |* u/ b$ g2 q0 U! ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 l, D3 P/ f" l; g4 g8 r) N
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,
3 d9 ^; R7 ~% S t$ f1 z$ S$ e2 OHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 |- r: [5 A4 z8 _How you tried to set them free,
- f2 w' X( v! y2 ~" HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 B; f- ?& W$ D, g2 nPerhaps they never will. |
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