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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, h* S$ Q% h* l% c) u# ?' tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : ^+ U( E0 W' \# i0 W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 e+ \/ C# I9 m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 b- k9 g6 c& [3 P" V' uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ H" F0 u+ x2 r* f& o2 m
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 O" u, B& O% F. h) M# sHow you tried to set them free,
; `' |" S+ d7 O" }3 a/ u* H/ D* pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , B. H+ [' Q$ X. i" z8 |4 Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! W1 t. w9 ?. N% W# k) K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 W( k$ Q \/ z7 e. f* l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , R6 |0 {' |- u& O3 p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" d1 P& v' u" q! A' x0 l1 K( F6 N& hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' a2 g8 x: b4 \( s( c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 C- y7 q: i% g9 u4 ~$ d
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
B' ?+ f, `" _But I could have told you, Vincent,
: U+ s9 v+ h2 q9 OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : e Y" q$ m& m* K+ d
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 e. y/ c$ T- c( QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . [; g' o! n% ~' X( { b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" \0 X! Z8 U5 W# n8 dThe 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,
. R+ Q/ @: M1 j. wHow you suffered for you sanity,1 I8 c. e7 j. I' k8 `# J: H. E& N/ y
How you tried to set them free,
) J3 _+ M% I d6 `; |They would not listen they're not listening still,
K1 L7 I6 `. i, ~( ?Perhaps they never will. |
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