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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + z4 j( E; T+ [& c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! k8 t# t/ L" Y/ l+ b' h( NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% D; i! A1 p6 A6 M# f; Y$ k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 D6 j* b4 e; d# uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 n u1 ?# K" B! VHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 k7 u) d) r/ L9 m3 A/ ~
How you tried to set them free,
5 {6 b# F) r# k' ?9 C% Z+ k2 f+ JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , s5 N2 q. [9 r) T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 b- {) }# ^/ u* B+ u: q* j( E4 d8 SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 f |/ s( e- e; n0 J2 O- q) K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) q0 ]) P9 N, T3 T( {6 {! XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , F4 Q. K5 r- }
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 o. M: q7 n- C8 U, L2 d0 |! yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! [/ O6 {# |% r: R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 O+ ]% n* }, ]& O& ?7 Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! G5 D* d; d' t! d3 o/ K$ vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 x) O% T5 Q& e4 z" ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 M) O- _# p: |: t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- z8 m9 H( f- ~& r, F/ _& _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
]1 _! L/ E( r; f& q! ^& v" o4 T* @/ qThe 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,
0 o) o( Z( \" J: uHow you suffered for you sanity,
N+ G, a0 @$ |' ^- B& SHow you tried to set them free, ^% a/ O" l4 c+ ^, B$ H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 I: [8 p+ T; V6 ~/ _Perhaps they never will. |
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