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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' T/ E( o, D9 y" {" G- C7 }8 uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ G% r9 D0 h2 f3 d5 nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 Z/ q7 R# W7 @# d6 Z% ~% E3 lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* O2 u! |4 r! B. p7 l6 i/ DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 Z9 Z& n4 J5 `/ }) }# i+ h% I
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ }$ Z+ ]7 E6 e! fHow you tried to set them free,
; u( z! h6 @" E7 f! C3 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# d/ c/ _) s, B8 @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& Y. f+ x. O* X; C3 m1 X( rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 J' c7 [2 ?% L& l1 E* ]6 ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 s. \: X1 I3 m( {1 xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 l8 a4 m- R3 _9 @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 H& b' ?: C" D8 e) B9 f7 R3 n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ a! ]+ W- E7 T$ G: V$ h0 H
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* b$ w" e8 U0 m0 ^% k# n ?7 KBut I could have told you, Vincent, " a. `7 e. Q: x. x: X9 |6 |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' W7 n0 H& t! n; [( {% NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # z/ G2 L m$ n) \% ?4 S% m- M% O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, u: w) u( H6 z5 P4 x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 N* n x% V; Y ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + b0 C! o3 |3 t. }
How you suffered for you sanity, _3 X* P, F* J; s8 s' J( M
How you tried to set them free,
+ |( o$ b: `5 V8 j F( uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 g2 i8 {. g3 `Perhaps they never will. |
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