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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 q( p! }% x/ T3 e/ P, ?/ d+ VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) k8 O9 \) O* Z$ X$ e n' b6 u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 Q4 u' K7 H; V$ q+ }6 M9 LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ e* b4 N# s0 eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 e& t. h; B1 e3 L/ F& a1 V# @0 x
How you suffered for you sanity, : ^; `6 x9 J# g; o. M
How you tried to set them free, ! H0 J+ ^7 ^; q% C, R2 t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, e- V( `# k% I M4 f7 a" o- ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: G# W& W& D$ gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 Z- ? A5 ~9 y4 i6 y T F" R) E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, F/ W- H7 c* T/ Z
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, # L1 O& l4 u& G+ _" X6 t0 h1 X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 B' n0 Y# P- S3 l; B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 f5 ^& e+ N E1 C" R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) _, |6 W5 E& |2 {; kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 ]% |+ }( \5 ^% h% j
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 Q% h1 J7 U( c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! V" P$ ]! t6 a0 KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 q4 R0 M, Y# e% O5 x( ^) o! VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& h' H; o [2 X& u* RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 z! C+ H0 R7 T. D7 Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 J$ i7 N+ `8 h6 \How you tried to set them free, ) M6 ^2 [0 [, `
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' S" R8 F7 Z2 y6 D+ ? E4 WPerhaps they never will. |
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