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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
V8 o6 R* M. o- Y5 i9 e2 TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% F+ ^# W; v7 V+ ?* D6 gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ h: t2 ] {( d& U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 Y3 E# e% S/ D6 T$ `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 e5 i/ P0 ]8 V' W, D4 G8 G& d( q
How you suffered for you sanity,
. f. W$ I0 a# D, H2 L) _+ H; SHow you tried to set them free,
2 o. B* {. E, k$ \( ^7 f, [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 \% x+ G% k3 {3 tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 _0 d! N! N7 D) }8 A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* p: j9 t i- w2 A6 b% rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. R1 g! e- l; ]6 R1 D7 r6 ]$ wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ L, V4 X1 Z; N+ M
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 |1 u" E) ^% F2 S) V9 J* iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 h$ z; } Y# N( c6 k" B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. Q/ l& j! j5 A! @& h. Z5 OBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& M* s. t' g) \$ O8 f( n; E. S. h# ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # c: `4 J0 i- v4 G6 H6 \
1 ]* z: ?; F* k9 ]! S4 E# xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / U7 r0 U3 x" x9 d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' e; ]; k6 c6 k' g0 X6 [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; {( ]6 [- D' K4 c1 B' o; ^) ?) D
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, ( j9 V; T+ }$ S' e: n
How you suffered for you sanity,
( ?0 Z: k6 O R% y/ j, ^How you tried to set them free,
9 M# d g; Z9 x4 r. ^, g& K- ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 p8 D% p) L, V W3 dPerhaps they never will. |
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