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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 }% a* Z' U$ W- hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / C8 S6 S+ [7 a" B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 U) ^2 w/ f" K* { }' `2 W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ b+ y+ o( o5 M8 R3 w9 |9 e; KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 N3 ~7 C0 [8 K- o- C& O5 `How you suffered for you sanity, - k1 I) U6 o; N7 Z1 P
How you tried to set them free, + {$ t9 G+ G' V) r! `9 V2 w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& J# m) A) X% IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 A$ {1 }0 ^ h0 s- \- q, ?1 y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 r' M5 @: Y7 u2 W5 l7 SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! N/ e( h% D1 r6 T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % \, F. B0 m/ `$ B4 y$ H" }5 ~/ s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : V# o4 z P1 V5 g! b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- E; s- j8 D/ d1 p) J' M$ @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 I9 z2 \3 F6 i( w6 z: d3 h VBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 w( @' p: }( m6 x0 E8 L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 D4 t* Z3 W( t, E3 s
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 Z6 {6 d7 K, D$ T T- J' S7 P+ AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 f- L1 d+ i) U% M- U0 VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 W9 [+ d$ Q1 X. _+ G' |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, ( T* [, I& w2 c- K C
How you suffered for you sanity,: R: r6 s! g& h/ h( m
How you tried to set them free,
% E7 |- i* K' J5 \They would not listen they're not listening still,
- i0 g! q" y/ f8 s. u) SPerhaps they never will. |
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