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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 o5 l9 \- v3 s5 T0 pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - {/ k U9 F. U- O9 u4 l: V# l' r% S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 e6 H1 I5 _6 r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * |% ^3 t7 e3 A4 I1 o3 ~. ^* Y+ z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; C$ L8 m; H1 U2 g# }% O" C7 q, K8 |$ s
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 v4 h4 z" J& L9 l3 U) P; T2 x, @How you tried to set them free, " M) h+ e& j8 b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* ~" ?/ ^1 b( p9 @" SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * u J2 G+ M7 @) F: S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( L% b# Z& X9 I r0 {1 RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, u$ X8 h# |8 MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , R$ _$ Z6 {. V* a0 K
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - s# D# c4 Z- t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ @1 P) V0 e% ^% P( T% wYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : J/ X. \* A/ ~! a' m7 F
But I could have told you, Vincent, % O% l s6 _& [# t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / z7 s. I- \; E, K) O: a! w
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) ]) E/ W1 z, L2 UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & ?5 o5 J# F2 K8 [. w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & p1 z- H4 G. Z7 U7 w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # c# s9 r$ P9 E2 O! }+ T
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 d+ e) q j- S0 p2 c
How you suffered for you sanity,: ~5 s. n |$ f8 f9 \5 N
How you tried to set them free, ' r6 E/ u! y9 c
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 Y6 b4 [+ ]" X2 dPerhaps they never will. |
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