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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' i; i* ?" \/ N9 W- ^* ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) M) a6 `6 _$ B$ H8 g) k# ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 d9 x5 \7 W) s+ l2 ?% W9 FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* j1 D2 ~3 E0 g) a' A' T+ ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
n" D" |: Z8 [9 Y$ OHow you suffered for you sanity,
* a& E+ q2 E a9 nHow you tried to set them free,
5 @% J1 K4 u. J: `9 ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 S% a' q' W: u$ b5 n- _3 e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) n; ^6 q6 X' J8 g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
w2 u' D+ ?( n4 n v& tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 Z1 e8 Z/ x: Z+ m" J0 J/ cWeathered 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, $ A" ?' |2 q" U0 U) I' ^+ V( E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + ?4 e! }/ m+ I4 I2 F
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 J. S) P! j; K: ]2 k* G' sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! g2 v8 Q/ i4 u4 N) V; ?; ?2 [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' p( \2 t0 K4 m+ ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 q" _" h! M0 t! r j3 @5 jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - q1 G, I! e7 d. I, h/ M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- }: D2 e3 b% d1 A Q' q) ?( j' MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % ?" q, K! b0 w- q
& h1 M. @3 t1 H, ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 {, H0 O7 J- R4 Z8 g, |& i H3 `; |How you suffered for you sanity,5 J2 c) y0 T; |. G0 a
How you tried to set them free,
7 y1 J7 r1 \, ]: LThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. m1 z4 @9 g) T/ y* g: |' O' p# aPerhaps they never will. |
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