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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ k$ E, @ j: W; X% K6 @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + ?5 u ]0 o1 o* _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 z2 S/ x9 m- P! R5 O5 w4 DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 _6 V& t; T/ i. e& @. eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 G4 b! i( n. F8 A& OHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 M2 a' _" b0 K5 Z1 J& K% Z( P
How you tried to set them free,
4 r/ K8 d3 O2 y2 X6 AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; A( X# |" z. O: GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# P& Y" A" B, H R1 h8 ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 C9 \# i. J H# S: g$ r( AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& }# e f3 B' C3 E0 B) [9 n- @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' B: ~+ U& N+ n QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
P- O: |( j. T6 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 R) _" P0 g1 v% W/ M' D# EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 f- J' U: x4 j; z' r1 {But I could have told you, Vincent,
, J' h: b7 a# i; k$ A% MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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@" N' Q( w/ r% u% `4 ]+ p2 T3 S( ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# @) r7 ^: `5 u8 sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* }# ]8 ^4 {' W6 M! m6 {$ zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, k) f1 f+ g. O$ U! Z9 s1 Y9 ]5 x
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,
7 X' J0 k3 f0 I7 d- S/ O# ^How you suffered for you sanity,+ S2 T1 M5 R) |
How you tried to set them free, 7 X; O4 d! d$ V& N
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! d/ H; f" W: F- M# |: a" k* h3 ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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