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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% e) n# {$ o7 U( q, ^1 V( bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 {+ @9 _# l: R# T9 SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% p# u5 C: L; o0 |( k8 P' }" `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ L! n; E6 Y* b p$ c" S* U6 L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, A, B+ h/ }5 W2 g- I2 J
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 Y& v5 g2 l# V, o+ S% ~8 I" z7 K GHow you tried to set them free, 2 G9 y/ {1 }) M# m# e1 C( C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 i& ]& x: q* k, C' Q6 y0 JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , o( y3 C) y8 p) X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - ?% B; f+ b- }2 h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% M. ~/ n0 O& g1 e N4 I/ e; Q! KWeathered 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,
% H9 {: y+ a8 E0 ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , O% ^& `3 J1 ] h# o8 s' y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' X7 i( U8 r# [9 \$ ^2 ?( CBut I could have told you, Vincent, - U L5 i& i. }: Z' V. K ?7 E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 ^) q# `. S0 aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 Q# G, Y0 @1 F/ m$ ^2 T, ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' o7 Y1 V Z5 Z5 G# X: q9 Y0 sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 I. d4 m. q# z+ A O) JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' f3 }' v' T' i4 P" N
How you suffered for you sanity,- [6 J2 G2 q; E3 x$ e$ r, G
How you tried to set them free,
! [! I% ?" R) u. L/ H9 NThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 Z7 J5 j3 y% r+ Y( K, |& M3 |$ g
Perhaps they never will. |
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