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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 p1 ~) h- }7 J$ A( |3 t7 C4 Z' xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % n1 L# V6 I5 c+ R$ W+ w8 @: x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. h- y, A% ~+ l( W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 }0 R- n D9 \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! V5 T1 I# d$ b+ h/ e8 B; _
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 y) r1 F5 c+ IHow you tried to set them free,
4 q" Y; h R1 o) h- k/ M) o, @& xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; i2 T9 ^# T7 ]- Y4 p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' g) v& O% r+ G# ?$ z. C/ R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ O/ }1 h! k5 t) |5 CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 b+ i, ?- o" ~/ c2 B& k) {9 DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & B6 ^- L& F0 B3 q8 b9 d
9 O& u0 S! j! v2 c! O+ XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 t% O. ^9 o; k; q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: m7 d4 [. Q7 r- n/ s, U" uYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* i1 w6 P% K6 L' n* }! r1 \( aBut I could have told you, Vincent, k4 G; G" }7 g& h" o' S4 m# k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 c, Q H3 ]" z5 D
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 b9 Z, Y8 Y* h/ _, v9 ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! |6 D, D* I! tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % p/ U% B z% |0 m! t+ C
The 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, ; \+ i, l; U1 N% z
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 \% D% k2 K/ s6 nHow you tried to set them free, 8 Q! U, |( g! r/ z1 m
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* y1 A0 u S7 }7 L/ XPerhaps they never will. |
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