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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: l J& i( Z' B# B9 p5 aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 l2 t( X ]5 y: NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* V T- m; `9 A( g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, q. ^- \6 e- m9 \7 d @$ z& F8 n9 ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 F! ]% P9 X; y9 ?8 c2 _& n# RHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ c% `( ^ M) q) E0 QHow you tried to set them free,
' ~: } f. k* ~* c$ K1 qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : w1 A# m1 k( u W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , B7 m$ Y, t+ ]% n5 [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - z$ |1 [8 z" f" ]; |" S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( t8 t' w$ Z, N) z- PWeathered 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, 5 _' w: r" t# ^8 j- u3 C0 v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# p8 K# z! O/ x8 n# f5 i/ jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 O9 }, y' J* F; \! m a) E, vBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ Q( ~; Z- D5 w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 |) a' |0 H0 E9 G
0 m- o* B ^# ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ J9 }: d4 p+ ~- FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & `4 O% R! j# T! Z( l8 j* D& A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. d5 p2 |; T/ ]+ u: bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - J2 ?) I, P4 A$ x" Z0 r! F
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% k) C, N% Z2 Z) EHow you suffered for you sanity,. m: t% [) ]. ]1 j7 \' z! [+ V
How you tried to set them free, 3 A$ ]+ Y) S7 W- I l
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; P+ X: P" Z! }( ]7 |# K& [Perhaps they never will. |
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