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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 X2 ]& u$ G1 `7 a( wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* F& J4 j2 k" Q8 l% s2 n( `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 B+ r$ ]# C/ C1 m2 s2 O- z( Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 L: |: l$ Q4 l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 E. ^7 s3 ^1 p J0 n# \) W& p
How you suffered for you sanity, / K! w6 B# r0 P0 h! I6 [
How you tried to set them free, % r* L& k8 v2 Q0 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 i- \: e1 u7 _$ r7 f- H* c7 r% SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . L# Z' f# X/ n6 e) v; p. y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' c3 |! h0 Q5 f- z8 L* Q3 m# oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# L1 T- W( T4 F4 TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# Z$ {" x3 z1 A9 P1 c4 C+ ~8 ? ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 H1 F% R1 Q5 `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 e3 s5 j& N& D. i
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! y0 }' {2 {' p! UBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 ~5 I6 n- i8 a# ?2 o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 i# K# D4 r8 X! B
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ X9 y1 b. |( e" k1 p9 S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! v8 D# q( J4 cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( w& |! ]4 {( N& c! j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; l7 R) ~5 Q, `. c U$ N3 u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + ^' C# X( f: O7 K
How you suffered for you sanity,
# j5 a$ L+ w% aHow you tried to set them free, * y7 r2 o; `% n6 d1 f. w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( H0 U8 U9 h9 YPerhaps they never will. |
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