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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! } Y) k) c' Y3 C' ]7 F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, P1 E0 ?0 r9 N. d" I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) t2 _ ?$ f4 c5 k- V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 Y0 p; D. J/ l5 _5 l- W& C- i1 _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* D% }8 D# M C' _: P# j) s; I
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 a" [$ E6 q! k8 m2 U- ?! lHow you tried to set them free, O4 G. o+ f" M7 b- ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! T" M; I J; H. e. d, sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 W5 k/ e8 `1 f' v& }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! x& m# n0 [5 A# a! G" }- ]! R' M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; s4 z2 W2 c8 y! ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , Q* d" @7 t: S* P% U: T# A
d/ U j- b9 e# {% O) J$ vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 W5 s) g3 j$ u" u" ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ D) | a" Y6 c* m5 Q% o; a+ G+ L) j; ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, d3 p6 |* W7 f. V) MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* | a- b* q% Q' H3 ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , h6 Z7 A: ^* U' m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 `. a; j5 R% V! r5 e/ q, CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & k4 o, j! R/ t _3 {. U/ K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . ?2 t* v9 D4 @* w3 u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# e. ]$ q* Z' |0 J# |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 \- v* g' ]; s4 M9 L/ W, X
How you suffered for you sanity,
- \( q1 j1 [! A# q- `2 qHow you tried to set them free, - M5 r- k; a( E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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