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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % G8 s- a9 {; z7 F( w" a% g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 }4 A( C7 H6 }+ b' UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 X# I/ |+ {5 W6 e) u! f% aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / R& O; B5 K* }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 x$ z* B! S1 ]0 C7 Q) i
How you suffered for you sanity,
* G5 H1 m! h6 e; y& N! kHow you tried to set them free,
/ d- o) [* E, R0 d5 F: m' UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- a4 p7 o3 v0 h6 w; |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 Q9 D7 R* M* z( p- d, USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; v# m' p) @* M) y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 I, h. u2 L% Z. \: H
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,
" f9 H' L! ~# |! r3 sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# S1 u8 `8 x0 [1 ]3 e( ?4 r' y$ tYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 i! l. {+ v: M1 Q2 o; h. z9 pBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( A- |' G! K5 Z1 a. n5 ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 p* m( G, q9 c* V- C0 J3 PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# N: d _5 V6 J/ _; _ MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! M- p& }+ \! J& K- ]' m* d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % R% W; T5 i: n5 O* ? `: a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 B, E% j; g5 F- S, P' t2 TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ s" A& `0 G( J0 ~How you suffered for you sanity,
6 _- L5 F+ m! I* p% dHow you tried to set them free, ' |" J/ k8 v m
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 ]" b5 m( h t$ _/ c" b+ ]5 t& |: G
Perhaps they never will. |
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