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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 o. N) h( W$ C! H/ }, ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" N1 j* N, }7 z& t! o! z3 S: |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 r; i6 ^9 U2 ~& Z: m. w) p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. X& q5 u/ ?( u0 z0 `$ }) ~- M% f2 J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. _# Z0 Y8 ~0 k6 ]
How you suffered for you sanity, ; n! z8 h. s$ w' ?
How you tried to set them free, ! g& |; M+ l/ Q! g$ l: s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ y' ?5 |7 \4 H6 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ P, [& w4 s- g* V( ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( m$ [+ c! [2 D. L( P1 X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! m1 X P7 G) s
Weathered 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,
: z% a T2 C% o$ a+ b) NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& o; ^1 x$ ]% V3 W8 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , Z5 k4 H7 P% V: d0 _$ U B
But I could have told you, Vincent, * x6 g2 k3 y( Y, l/ C$ F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" g- S6 X J- {9 j; S4 w( OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( ]0 X# Y! h3 u( w0 \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, r: a1 Z' d) d6 p6 lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 e8 q4 a3 p# @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 T2 s" A, E y4 }" L7 T& p
3 h' S3 L0 I$ u C' b1 dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( E: I, |+ i) {9 Q
How you suffered for you sanity, s, g7 g6 ?6 X$ I) V6 S* P5 K
How you tried to set them free, ; Y8 Z! X, `# D! e
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 r. _# f2 T/ ~, e D$ k
Perhaps they never will. |
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