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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: Y' T; l& U1 N8 t2 J* FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% f( V$ A* Q+ {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- Y- z6 W# o3 I h7 k( MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* J. Y: y4 g0 V1 ~ I& ANow I understand what you tried to say to me," L5 e6 P; Q0 }1 O. ], }
How you suffered for you sanity, , i6 g0 K p! D3 g
How you tried to set them free, 0 ~/ o9 d2 g9 N' M3 Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* n: \0 l# K" a1 e/ D7 B {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . }, x% {4 Z, g F7 S5 c: h: A3 g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : K$ S' O. D4 i0 t, U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 n2 m8 G( w! r, d" m7 d3 eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( ~! I# J3 C8 @1 p H1 P$ cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 V# a4 s& z+ s( f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ V; I0 V2 k9 V* }) T$ T: m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * I0 C# o' N8 I. ]) r/ C5 f
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 F2 x" G3 k0 o' f- K yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % N8 D9 N/ U3 G$ [# r
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . m( D* }! X$ h6 J' d3 M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 X# b& s0 V4 A/ \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 u: ~6 l5 m% a) P
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, / F& z& w; ^6 k' @$ J, O% a
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 e# [! e3 v2 \# ~1 KHow you tried to set them free, 2 x. K6 z" |; ^: w1 r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# [4 h( V* X7 o6 h7 M# nPerhaps they never will. |
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