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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 X! N$ q- C3 o' V0 [' F! x( h+ d9 W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 ?0 F/ }# M2 N5 NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ c7 X! U4 P9 g$ D* Y/ @9 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& W7 C, h2 Z. U. V; x, BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, O% B% b% U( b
How you suffered for you sanity,
; |( d) t1 Z' }: ^( EHow you tried to set them free,
9 V, ]- m% O) b& oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ l( ?% A) p) F- WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% a' u7 m$ i( t6 ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- ]* q6 [9 g/ ~; BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# Y$ o* q! A5 u# i8 z* k2 [* vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 R- A* w: t; w1 i6 H6 n$ B
; c( G$ |6 G& S* vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) j9 X# ]( b) M" K1 ]1 dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " a) ^4 U) t0 i/ k- U( W2 z1 x
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ |$ [5 k, m; ]" ?9 j' Q, SBut I could have told you, Vincent, * P. j4 `8 ^6 k: O% Q; g! f; Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- h' ], {1 @: T kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
t( s% P, ?$ {9 ^" e! g" k8 WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - f5 a) ~) M# `- n* X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 R- M }8 P7 d8 C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 I- w( o+ g7 A( z) o2 R1 iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, ^. S9 l9 o9 U3 A: bHow you suffered for you sanity,2 G4 a( i' U2 I9 N: K1 l
How you tried to set them free,
9 |/ i1 x, t0 ]: S5 L) S$ E0 G9 zThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 S3 T; l: Q% M6 O7 e9 aPerhaps they never will. |
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