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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; q# A6 g' {6 w$ n0 [) r. xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 H! N. H9 E3 Z- ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 h0 M3 q y7 i- ~0 B& YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' g. s! x& O9 c5 {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ h8 u9 H _$ H6 X: ~How you suffered for you sanity, 2 a( X/ [" a$ z5 E4 `
How you tried to set them free, ' y9 e% Q) S# J! ?' Q; F& d. F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + o( v: a1 c/ M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 m5 A. w9 ^ |. [, p* N) tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / S4 q. t) C$ r2 b6 d7 w: F8 F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 K2 s! M7 j) o" ]7 mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / l9 @8 k c+ V' J6 m7 y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 x6 e- N5 f9 v6 E* e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% g4 S5 `. s; zYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( ^6 |4 Q* X: E/ |9 ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- d! O2 P- O3 _& A; `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # y: H$ s0 c8 k, O$ O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Z) x" B6 f, t9 o. R! Y" M9 l$ nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- C9 ]6 V- B6 P% l/ VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + J8 i. {7 B7 z
; b2 _: p T" q) Q& }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, Z2 F$ M/ N8 N# \6 a- ^: }6 S0 HHow you suffered for you sanity,
# d1 @9 i$ E3 `0 _2 `0 m! kHow you tried to set them free,
. L, x. l S1 |9 EThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" L/ t+ }/ v6 \7 n9 ~5 L+ FPerhaps they never will. |
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