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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ i$ O6 K3 W+ v( ?; T4 b7 b: ]9 ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, ^ g/ {- s- f) JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: [, g5 n& K. [4 @8 P" v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 M, b: y; V5 X* p( rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ S, W. _7 I/ c' j& l) MHow you suffered for you sanity, y9 `, X6 |+ Z' Z
How you tried to set them free, ( ?8 T/ H6 a% n5 g; R- u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, I& A: i) C# B1 w/ u8 z3 {" V2 }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. @; O- t" X" E% W2 F/ Z8 ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' E$ r" U* Z& h7 v: V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 C& J2 u: i- e& _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # I; V/ D& _( C$ F; G6 s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
v% _. V% Y% w6 l9 x; uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' S/ m6 k, E) c* b: T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - r( M$ e1 Z( O6 d' m6 W# o6 }0 G
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 r* e( ]6 J8 v# m! |" ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; V( w7 H9 ^. E( h/ LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 S. t5 u/ C' J5 M' @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " D$ m6 _% _# i/ e* K- }, q
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,
# X, \! i6 ^1 v4 F8 ^How you suffered for you sanity,5 U' ~) G2 @" O2 _) w b
How you tried to set them free,
- n3 q3 c; I5 L6 |$ E& h# \) `They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 h7 x+ d% ?5 r# c9 j5 U
Perhaps they never will. |
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