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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , N) S4 u# I( i9 y& D0 T r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 _; M m3 r' ]! x! u1 i# wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 q% Q" `+ S* A6 J& G/ I p# PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- s5 e$ @2 }3 A! VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( t' E& M1 E2 S& c1 r5 P# h) Q8 oHow you suffered for you sanity,
' @$ L; D0 |5 }How you tried to set them free, O: t% n4 d5 j7 K! \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # y/ i6 p3 D5 v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' u/ t2 ]0 I: B* F) I/ lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; V! i/ U* R9 VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% c6 K' C& @; k: B! K1 xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % n$ x, |& _( Q- `, B+ u# L1 B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % X4 T3 x2 W) O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 I. g! D. M! P3 Z& ~) [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 h9 j; s3 Q: ~2 w- f& Q4 D
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( w5 M L& X: @' _& oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 Y! N' D% F3 B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 w) k/ g. z3 M! I+ w, G: B9 J1 r! o* `/ Q( ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, }% a* T" ~4 r5 W3 m) O4 I% E
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,
& d6 ^' G! U% I' q0 o, r8 q. I' o; bHow you suffered for you sanity,4 C1 _4 T0 Z) x3 @) W7 p6 A
How you tried to set them free,
, r2 q- K* W# d, S( K8 aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 h `4 b( h: A. G6 |Perhaps they never will. |
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