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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& C' S+ ^& ~) K+ H- MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * A" K0 g+ O/ z: V0 P+ `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 C0 Y7 |" j& D6 u; s. N* lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! w) ?) F Z4 DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ H; c: U; G) |, z
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ }" c; x# T2 [How you tried to set them free, $ u, Q# Y H; Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 ?% q7 I+ S: l4 t" p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) ?5 ^8 k5 W9 ?' G4 t- h5 Q5 B e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : p* w6 @9 {9 w: M1 Z+ p5 z7 k; P, Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : ~1 W1 V' J5 l0 g9 l. W' u: n* \
Weathered 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, + j9 b# f8 M& i' a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- v9 c5 W1 D- f8 o7 }: O$ RYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 T; _- ^3 O) |0 r' L+ D6 b$ M
But I could have told you, Vincent, z+ |3 Z' R7 E' W( b3 W: O* L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ {: c3 n3 k$ c) v4 R H! AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 W6 ~8 J& L: M. R8 b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & \. o& J7 W, Z# B/ P$ ^2 W H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 P/ E5 d4 S* r6 d. y) XThe 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,
! X3 q7 a9 r1 }6 }" D9 U% [How you suffered for you sanity,6 G. |* l5 l, Z! |+ {$ z6 K
How you tried to set them free, ' I' E$ ]+ r4 I7 I0 c1 N
They would not listen they're not listening still, " ^, i$ b4 X) j1 n S
Perhaps they never will. |
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