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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( E. [, X6 ?+ Y, @! d+ yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 e+ m6 M+ A( R. fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! V) w7 n8 h% Q& z. GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 `/ M( K) V0 Q, l2 C- b8 y' n5 F' J- c$ lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 |& M' N% i# Y
How you suffered for you sanity, * Q' @8 {& v( P% G: z
How you tried to set them free, # s. M4 K7 f4 W* J$ o- Z' _% N. k3 s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; d- y# {* W3 j, c& b4 O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ s5 Z; Q. G% ]0 Q+ aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . }/ b2 Q- T$ }6 k% k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * @( x, ~& R+ D( y* D# k
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, 8 Z# { `$ k$ w& ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% } q5 d( a& F: K4 z: bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * x6 y9 H" m, w- h3 S( R
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 a p- w! M2 \. Z5 G3 n! a t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! i; a6 `; K4 r" F# U+ rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 O0 u# X- G# j: m3 A) r/ k2 zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* z8 r0 Y. R9 M6 A0 TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # e" O7 j. b) g1 s* ?4 }
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 ^- b I; M) V. u4 L9 \% B
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ g; C5 ?/ z1 n: o0 A7 iHow you tried to set them free,
3 F- L, }# D1 PThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 H) A4 g9 k& ^9 FPerhaps they never will. |
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