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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 U$ q: y3 c/ A7 oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - d1 z, ?& b* p& a1 D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& j7 l" v! W6 C0 u3 SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % y+ Y8 Y/ {1 K4 p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 e7 M' B; A+ K" x5 ]9 D+ d
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 G- B- r+ Z* SHow you tried to set them free,
0 r$ U* D# i5 `% {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & k; M! ?1 e$ ]( g1 b$ u& X! P. z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# ~- K8 |4 A- m4 P" }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 `' ~" h+ ?8 K5 ~# p# q% q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 D- D6 x7 t0 Y
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 {% J) O& u7 N( N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , E: M5 D5 C% y1 H( Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * ^5 Q- G$ v: x, h2 E' J" G
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* U$ d- V/ {; E; F0 U, [4 ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' k" z) L2 V' \6 {# {5 R$ rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " |% s9 S: p- `9 v1 K8 p7 S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! B* H3 C$ ?7 G; Z9 rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; g% j3 c) q. `8 [. c: K
The 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, 8 s0 s/ u% c( ^0 g5 h e5 _1 k
How you suffered for you sanity,* ^: I9 T+ K3 ?3 r$ ]3 a' R$ x! g
How you tried to set them free,
. _: |% s# p& c }They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 v+ F9 ^+ n* K$ F0 X
Perhaps they never will. |
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