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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / i0 V& t/ x8 Z: J5 b% `% F$ H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * J% Q) |7 @# S F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; `/ A2 d2 h) ` j: R% p6 J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , \# x; Z, Q% H* z9 I- ?: S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 H# Q2 D9 G; |/ X9 S0 n+ @
How you suffered for you sanity, : ?, ~4 b& N& |& }
How you tried to set them free, ; R+ j4 ^3 r5 a5 |, ~, Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& K. D1 v- O, ?% ^- YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( V# y) X: a* \6 }4 H& i5 DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : O3 [5 l" N$ ^" E1 h: C/ E9 c- J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! M; K3 ~! t M: r8 s4 B3 W" j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' M- s, k$ a8 U" U5 \For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 f( K; }7 N+ h. C% aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 W. i) k, z' a- ~3 ]% FYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 N# F3 Z% v( |$ ]8 r* I2 fBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- j$ \/ z1 q3 q1 v% t$ d" J- MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 V' D: i9 b2 z$ w0 PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# L+ y$ O8 T7 @" BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 W: d3 L/ _+ ?8 OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , u4 D" E, p$ [
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 G1 B, Z; S$ s9 fHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 z% i5 b9 |7 h9 z8 nHow you tried to set them free,
4 o+ {/ J" G# Q6 K& RThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 s# Y* g! n1 m/ OPerhaps they never will. |
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