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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, \! _+ g( j6 y4 Q. Z, J8 r' M$ B( RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + i6 N1 C% F9 l3 u: b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% \! G. ^; a, x4 A; p3 j9 @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! A% j$ F! q4 X0 e hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& T, J' X$ J2 \
How you suffered for you sanity, ) |: g' d3 k" o, |8 G% x
How you tried to set them free,
* {: m5 P7 ]) u* G" E5 R H# t) NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 H" {9 n) U3 \2 l! M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' V8 [1 j' j2 Y/ LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( |/ b; M0 R j, l/ w# i* A Y4 S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
E# L; S9 A, ?& A+ x8 U) @' tWeathered 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, . L( b4 k6 b: U. D4 [/ H6 C3 j. b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 |3 T; M4 R( g b* A! v" F
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, ?" w- ^% W* }7 W) z+ tBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' e" U* F- B8 S" d' x& l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 j8 {& i; W# b# u F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 }* I& C. f5 [0 f( V7 wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 U6 b6 q( p$ H' o: @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 E& v) z$ h. h5 j; W1 b6 a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 G3 @/ S$ H* ~8 o+ a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # p9 X7 @/ j% ?/ B
How you suffered for you sanity,3 P7 R K: N7 \1 X( i" k" |2 l
How you tried to set them free,
" p4 {* [9 q) U, i n( }' i" yThey would not listen they're not listening still, * W. I, n% c2 M, U. n& y
Perhaps they never will. |
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