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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 f% D: P, c( S+ k# z# Y+ WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 u4 k j& c K0 l$ D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 Y; E, v6 n0 s+ j# u" Q' d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( ]6 h" [' }# w/ a& @& s7 yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( p" w. K. ~4 ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 P+ H0 P: m! q) Q. B$ o$ lHow you tried to set them free,
4 }$ z8 b2 X0 P8 w9 k2 uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , _0 e# Q2 ^5 j% j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 i, Q% I+ P9 x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / q; g- `& l8 y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: q, [6 |4 R2 u% N7 h) QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & p# ~/ Y0 f! P8 a2 P0 V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 e7 |- P( c9 ?% H# P/ KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 Z) e- j3 \/ |+ K/ W) j: lYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, b/ h' o$ N6 I$ SBut I could have told you, Vincent, % F4 z1 I$ O5 q4 F& [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 F9 U8 g2 D: e# ~) s( D1 A8 a1 I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) `9 o, d! r! k9 }" y0 ^& h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 ?, M) q9 u+ P/ I, \2 eThe 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, ( ~ N8 B+ \9 d( R( j; \6 B
How you suffered for you sanity,8 a' V' y+ @* |
How you tried to set them free, 5 j# |7 q+ p3 J% z. L0 P
They would not listen they're not listening still, - b# U; E; [$ H% b$ N- M& p
Perhaps they never will. |
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