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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, u" a. G1 n ^ M! ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 r" L/ Y+ g/ e$ w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 {2 n; a$ N! H! ` H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 b, [+ F6 ` a4 @# r$ WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. H- X' q; F* Q' q: q# E* L+ RHow you suffered for you sanity,
* a) K& f' m) H0 RHow you tried to set them free, + u9 M8 X) \1 ^1 p$ q$ y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, U. s+ T6 l1 J, Q: f+ FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 x9 d& ^9 I" S l. `1 ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 a# G, H3 T) c& `: g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) x6 [- K+ Y* e% S( k2 p
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, . c# ]4 t; ~" z& [3 x9 j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 }6 [! \% ^& x# K8 |( c3 OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! x: \, N9 t$ [; U* W
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, H9 ~( i) z" F, p7 z {0 lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 _- G4 w a& \& {# eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; P% w% P$ b6 D) l/ N8 vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 Y, K V2 C* ^! Z' ?4 gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- O$ A' T6 a# nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & N% b) r) n" v0 m G
0 v( j- i" U3 s# G2 o$ PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ d3 q, v9 V$ |0 m! A7 H& fHow you suffered for you sanity,# q0 g: o4 n1 h# U
How you tried to set them free,
0 V/ p2 N3 }& Z, X0 M: J1 YThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 q% ^4 }8 G p, u6 G8 DPerhaps they never will. |
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