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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
f' e1 J% j8 `% Z- f: ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 |* X. G* w& g: l+ t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ i, k* ?! q2 J; }- OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # x, Z+ P4 S; ?! d- e" o/ w! s9 j" V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 W6 h1 B6 x" N
How you suffered for you sanity, ' x% U4 W% C) T3 E% |' o* O
How you tried to set them free,
% @6 D$ {# D7 K8 s9 D2 h8 Q% SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 h: g/ R9 }' f3 a# v5 l, ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) D# O! K! i4 n# I, e. y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# {$ v: `2 U$ uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : p; [0 z$ {9 q7 F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! j5 t+ Z5 }" i9 q4 ?" Z- i9 ]9 WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ s" `& x; o8 {5 F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% I* ]+ k8 u. \8 B3 V9 [ W% gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
Y4 m/ M" H+ JBut I could have told you, Vincent, % e6 f1 i' U2 ?9 k& l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! L- y) C! U/ H; K3 O* D5 \
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 u, c* ?+ ^! M6 P% i! v9 ]9 A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' W! ~( a3 m' q+ `4 {; s" RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 U* I* ~' O9 o+ W* ~* Y$ B. s! _1 TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 {8 ]/ w* R+ W) _+ \) V& p; vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 `3 b, H& e; J1 v# g+ ]- H
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 p: _+ t. \+ o( tHow you tried to set them free,
5 G+ [! {5 F2 `$ p4 D, xThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! ?9 ^6 |' @8 x5 V7 k, y7 L$ z ]Perhaps they never will. |
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