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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; s+ D6 F) V3 u; d+ R2 [# [- ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- |- W! |. J2 vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( X4 p0 z. b% o7 e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 ~5 G; f: D" x8 A- S9 a( A5 e- h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 R8 E; O, e+ s8 k( t5 hHow you suffered for you sanity, / _' [: A5 s& K" L E& o9 ?) K+ U
How you tried to set them free, + W! G5 f7 j* K2 @" H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% F, E, y7 ~) M* t3 X6 ]6 O% r' K% r* [& tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- o7 @7 x9 _/ |; rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& t) X- W% y: h- Z& x' FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- O5 l5 f. \' LWeathered 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,
% b+ {# @. Y) C: _, b }+ fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 f9 n& Q3 n' c# f4 zYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . K0 p. J7 N h# F
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 H$ E* E6 [ H& N; i" o$ ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! C: F1 O1 v! r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, j. k5 d2 Z. }' `1 NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : G! q5 O: Q9 ^; U/ m- y4 l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) a1 m9 N7 ?; Z* ^/ @: d6 u" i2 r
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: f' Y& C. A* L+ a) v- i* wHow you suffered for you sanity,8 J( e- f1 N4 t1 I. E+ C6 X# @1 M
How you tried to set them free, 4 k2 i$ G" Z; Q& ~& k E: Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, d1 A7 E/ q" c4 [! Q7 LPerhaps they never will. |
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