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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 `8 Q$ K2 A% F1 D' X5 CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 |. z+ \/ M8 V, V/ p# `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ m( ^; \/ ]" |$ C! T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 ~( k+ }1 K8 }: I+ JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' W+ s( ?( S+ E* i1 r2 ]3 t* J* V" N4 g0 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
( T5 [0 q% K" H. L: z' R& {* qHow you tried to set them free, 0 S) q* f) Z( S$ ?4 C2 V% f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 Z& a( e- S; \" c# k$ I0 RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 |1 w. ?. L+ B+ l7 y% Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: V% x/ I' r* K* u/ ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( w( |8 z' g4 o5 r4 }& z% D# m6 l, GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 j8 H5 n0 Y" n W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 [7 `) E4 Z) ]( z3 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& r! [4 |' U1 lBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 a9 X& i& a& W% rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
n6 I& O5 V0 |- V* V$ @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 h2 ~8 x# G y! W7 {0 q: x% U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 x& j: ~! e jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 e9 l/ U# f# }# w+ ~* d3 }
; h6 |% S7 O* ?, B2 k) Y5 tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , `9 f/ N, j; }$ [3 e, u2 r: D0 ~+ W ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
- q, i2 {) U9 J' h/ _How you tried to set them free,
9 `4 I2 ^: R) `9 AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& e5 x" Q) r0 ^1 k, ePerhaps they never will. |
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