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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; u t2 e K/ H9 x( r" p' ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" m. H" U0 a- _" {: q. LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; R& ]' m" H& _* B+ Q8 h7 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( m0 P' j1 q* Z2 D5 U4 zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ I( D) J$ c; k/ ^3 `How you suffered for you sanity,
! u7 E. |4 N7 p* u$ }9 U2 ^2 ~) AHow you tried to set them free,
/ P0 d( ~( I" u# E, ~- R$ `; {$ TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & M( K( X& O8 l9 \% y4 L8 l% L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 u; q' v5 ]: [: U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) o+ u. [; A; `' d1 x1 q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 k* u. p& z/ K; c5 C1 g" lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- W U9 Q' j0 p3 N# sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( C# ~' H! Z: y( l% {2 x+ _3 P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 F+ z: I& _/ hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. \# T1 a+ F: K) U7 v% j( {! h3 V0 ]But I could have told you, Vincent, ; Y. n8 E$ W# U, L0 o# W2 M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 R& x! V! [/ W. U. Z6 `; dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. e3 W( p% E) f3 J) ?, }$ vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( D h/ b6 s: c+ a$ B0 N- Y) ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . ?% a! u+ H f/ S( j5 a- E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ ? j" z) |( l2 l U* V- P- ?How you suffered for you sanity,
% l0 K0 B" o8 k; EHow you tried to set them free,
" A$ d& ^, L4 | Z$ ^% M0 K( Y4 X% yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 P* I& o3 ?5 t2 O. D, s2 Q0 A- @Perhaps they never will. |
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