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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( A; [* z8 X4 m7 N. U! \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 S# A: ~: ]! v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# W3 W7 I1 f! D' u- e, L- z- `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) ?) z; G# ]5 m: S0 @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 K3 V& F2 F2 M& T) v* A! X
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 [7 B9 j/ p& |8 I1 D3 m, EHow you tried to set them free, 5 A7 }) P* k/ |* ]% G4 m' [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 z d; T. N0 p$ `( xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ Z5 R+ U; I2 u7 a2 u* U2 m0 rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# O+ p: f. M" h7 V7 J' c+ u3 }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # Q! q! g! c/ {7 y+ N
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,
' m3 ^5 ]5 P, K+ E1 HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 @) y1 g% c2 b* e. P. G t8 S* s
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; i/ `* r. e6 y4 }But I could have told you, Vincent, . b! x7 H0 ?1 g b3 T) \: |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" F/ I: k, X3 ?& r! zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
m4 A" r4 Q# v8 J6 BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, E! V; N* y$ O# C3 Y7 WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 r/ F9 ~/ ]& a$ C) S; P3 G t
p8 H" H8 n& h9 h9 _- X) i1 J# GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 S0 B" N" B! @0 d- DHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 P$ \8 Z4 l5 X0 L+ YHow you tried to set them free, $ ?$ v& G3 ~' o e5 `6 k( G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ |! ^& m# x! K) @* a, tPerhaps they never will. |
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