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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 R& o$ K2 i& @9 ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 C) n4 e; e( o* @6 O" T3 H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 g$ m. L5 B- l. [) p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% p" ?3 t; V* t6 p0 c. pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 l, U. b& N! v; ]. x! c
How you suffered for you sanity,
; I0 K0 V7 Z6 [5 `! ?How you tried to set them free,
& v5 ?8 W- ]0 j& n" Z+ yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 U: B- g- E6 p9 ] ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 ]& D" P9 s& @5 A6 o- I7 X. A" \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; X/ z8 c& b+ f/ s6 a& \* @* EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% M, k' U8 x& f8 [8 p: Y$ \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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M* ~, p1 e( L% J& p! f; hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! u/ q+ l, ?5 \) T! b! r9 g4 _ T/ G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 T( U! D. Z! c m& z; N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & \/ X. a& Y$ U5 ~0 Y2 Y! G
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 n, @1 ]$ E$ v. K9 `% B1 J, C8 ], PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! ^ L% v* ?* {' Z9 \* T- U& {- N" JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 Z$ ?; e! K% D7 W/ q$ b! Z* @3 P; \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 V# U7 K. I5 `$ W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 N3 b3 |; C+ X) T9 g5 I, A5 N {
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' M0 T3 U; L* j' W" FHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 w7 ~ A# G# b) a. EHow you tried to set them free, ( @1 V. X# o# t _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 s- t* h5 a: C# |8 q4 sPerhaps they never will. |
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