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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: ?) p3 e- Q- r# |+ K. c. x8 D; TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" k* b r3 [; D: F0 d! q$ _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ ?6 F9 }8 Z. d, X: f$ R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( J4 P/ u. Z Z. X1 CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& f* a% \$ H$ y* OHow you suffered for you sanity, ( r6 Y5 d1 h7 ^
How you tried to set them free, 3 d, A: _' ?# `1 C' k4 d( K4 n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 s8 R! B( c# aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ E- i3 K7 w" R. ]( l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 z6 _. X0 |( P1 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ u3 X( e/ ]: ]- v- V }* h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 h7 u& _$ O4 e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% e+ |4 m8 `5 R7 n5 n1 k/ E# wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 C. j/ v/ n" v3 u+ z( ]You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ V# \& Y; x2 l- G6 U
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* O' b; s. L: xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; W' h" n' q8 lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 n; X0 M1 o0 F5 R& uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 [( v. \; `/ d, @+ r. e! e( k$ J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 \- P$ V0 k* ^$ A* F4 o
( t8 `5 k, b$ w0 |' sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) H; J6 k2 B1 C$ ?How you suffered for you sanity,
4 z- ?( Y% O( JHow you tried to set them free, " v8 H4 z7 |$ I1 y+ e$ e5 [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, ]. q+ [8 X; s; B7 z% yPerhaps they never will. |
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