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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " r! ]4 @, u4 V$ |2 \& `& d. u# L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* Z* a. L' l* f, YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* y. H+ Q. e- |2 V3 y) SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) @2 E) n% F" ?/ YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ a8 x! R; L; c: y! j
How you suffered for you sanity, ! a5 M0 t3 m; M; W* W, p# a* K
How you tried to set them free,
! v2 u. H0 h# J' ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' @- h. U) X* X6 A* A0 N1 M2 J: ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ J) C L, j1 ] VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
A1 \; k5 S2 |" m( Y3 ~" lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( u. g- d7 I2 |- L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) w8 `3 W. G* r% t' N9 }, y, j3 Q$ e5 @For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 J: F; V9 m5 p/ l$ LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( L* a* T& m( V' v2 N+ B( }You took your life as lovers ofter do, * n) W; Q& z7 ^+ t* t
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* F4 G, @% [) E6 B' a& n8 q6 M% VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - v3 w. I0 H5 l( r
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& H) B1 J% L( b7 M* vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( |. H' _& b% L: A7 M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 ^0 I0 y; g$ v! n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. Z' b N( A: O! j/ w/ K' T
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# A; ?) p( B& p0 s) \9 p1 A- w% eHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 o L( a* Q, k d- q3 X& i1 nHow you tried to set them free, : Z0 N q% X# Y. b0 g
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 V! B5 `3 v+ l! n3 y! |2 J
Perhaps they never will. |
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