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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) m' W2 n2 C1 |; W6 _6 TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) u- u* I- |1 b- N; k9 `5 lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 L5 r& b, H4 E: A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : O( L3 i, ^. P- E" ~) o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 X0 c1 e; s D& Y! o$ t; O. U, B
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 d x( j. b3 T! q y) sHow you tried to set them free,
& Y( I2 t" x! t( F& J+ Q: S: zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; d! s$ `% r8 UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 A1 s: ^7 q' ?& a" M8 M8 b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. W! H2 @; ]7 M! Y0 CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 W' s( W8 n; a. {- y; ~0 }9 ]$ r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; K5 {% l& S8 A$ u# U- {3 ?8 P
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 S3 v8 _9 _+ L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 ?* J% y" t+ o% u8 |You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ q+ d6 N) @* Q; b. O! ]0 \
But I could have told you, Vincent, * i& f( r+ L6 U" M2 W$ t8 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# `3 L8 w! e" W" bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) o5 ^ S3 q7 U% y/ }6 P, v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , A1 k2 b7 A) D F, b6 I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 r& ~. u: d% p; R: dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 I' E% I$ ]- P- q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 n4 q5 {" h ?0 T) q
How you suffered for you sanity,7 `! |- R3 B5 l
How you tried to set them free, + A8 ]% Q, v6 O- k3 T$ X. f9 n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 M# Y6 w" \7 k* PPerhaps they never will. |
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