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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ w5 J6 x, e3 x! o) `9 c1 xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) b# h0 {( H( U6 |4 fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, p3 B0 n1 @& c, r2 H% T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 `, q" @$ \: f8 i! i7 @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: m' i$ n( K8 t1 I5 q8 k" ]
How you suffered for you sanity, ) o* B3 k8 W' J' o8 w/ e
How you tried to set them free,
+ [' W# b3 P' rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 j4 I0 P8 m2 K/ h# Q) j8 J; j) JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 k5 n2 |% G- ]. J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% H+ l/ a( p0 Z# ?8 t! tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 n; ~+ z& J4 {4 U/ k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( ]( z8 D4 A+ g' l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! |$ k! _' p$ Q' C4 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - h% ^, z. Y- W! D6 z. Q, ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * M8 [7 d( E2 h' T6 M7 K, c
But I could have told you, Vincent, {1 [8 g f- B. C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 r6 h% J9 n" oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 H) R V% u q+ Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 ?6 ]* W" f* X3 u( |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 Y$ s) E9 A$ n; |: D. ?8 g7 `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 I N! J7 q% L: Z7 o& w- aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* c- M; U$ b9 ^% F: VHow you suffered for you sanity,1 s7 M$ o, M" s& V c. @
How you tried to set them free, ; q9 L0 ~ x# n3 \7 Q- w& W" o7 ^6 @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 Y; ]% g$ S3 ?5 X' TPerhaps they never will. |
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