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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- L7 v, O" ]) q( U0 I% LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) r9 `, H h3 u9 D( @! r. GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
i" s4 I0 K) v/ j6 }+ oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ n3 D! n6 |& W3 X6 K2 xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ m$ X; Z( l# C- [$ I+ r* o8 MHow you suffered for you sanity, ; f) S/ Y) g5 q& H1 J7 _6 n
How you tried to set them free,
; N, \3 T# e5 E- y5 x8 `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 Q# S4 e0 o* n& i" q3 S; K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 n, Q. S: x6 L6 R- E5 Z: RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + b5 E8 Y0 e# A0 O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 y0 E. b \" ~
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, 4 J; b" D0 n1 u' T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ ?/ \- c8 i8 s/ e1 z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' Q+ H3 Z0 m+ N8 @But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 Y/ i. f' g; X/ f+ P% W s& `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 x4 k( f/ }7 j1 Z: k' C
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* w9 u' p2 M# z6 g2 NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , B- m s! ]# d5 \' J$ T6 f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - v, y6 ?/ V/ B$ N& W& j* k- H& g8 F
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,
4 G6 L* x% ?5 M8 Z0 eHow you suffered for you sanity,, a0 T& M8 I' o
How you tried to set them free,
# T7 o# |: J; S: y' uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" `4 E u' Z; B9 g2 ~# K! L- rPerhaps they never will. |
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