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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 W' \* ]2 c( `5 _' t3 m8 E8 _8 gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- k2 Z8 Z' C& FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; s* ^4 r) W5 c; M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' F' C4 ]3 s( s) |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, U4 O6 o' D& n
How you suffered for you sanity, . D% @: T7 ]# p( U \
How you tried to set them free, 3 P$ O& Z+ s5 j" |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 X$ B) B( C8 N8 [( j6 ~1 j4 \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( o* W9 O" \3 X& G& v1 Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / k4 l1 z9 s. G. n6 V4 m, i- _" _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- |/ u" V7 s- H$ t) G# @& E) AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 X f0 V4 n7 g' a" T P+ }3 RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( W' v3 u9 L M& tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & e3 w8 b' E% u' e
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 a3 j) C' }6 cBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ W( a+ z8 ]2 r" m( U- I& i8 y6 Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 a: {. d. \% Z, K3 y. {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 k7 ?9 ^4 t8 s2 f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / w+ W3 N$ h8 ?$ c) g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! M3 a" q; W9 c4 G# JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 N% p3 z5 U/ y6 C, v6 wHow you suffered for you sanity,, O5 ^, Q3 t+ L
How you tried to set them free, ( n- n* n$ k3 @' H5 b: S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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