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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& J1 V ?" |8 g& U* q. O) o: m3 s( PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' [# B& u$ t7 g! S; k* g2 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 @4 d& P2 D. i( K/ K+ ~& Y- W, R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " _* Q1 r4 ^: z$ @! X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 d$ A5 W, j. m5 F# n: w+ ]3 i" Q
How you suffered for you sanity, + W! ^( I6 f9 x8 Y6 R6 ]
How you tried to set them free,
0 J8 o3 h2 w+ [8 }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + P2 k2 N' a5 G, w9 Z5 m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / R0 R8 m0 u! M; k6 Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' u9 U, o2 q: kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 T3 ]$ v# {, q8 p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 s2 b$ W- d% [8 s, w, K2 gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 A; |1 D) }' G( L4 `; Q# Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' P0 h" J- W& p& TYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 c( }, B1 p/ U1 ]: j- `But I could have told you, Vincent, : a6 Q( p: y& N2 ]' s3 b+ @6 A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 {7 j) G: ^4 {& _* eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 u# G$ _* H: V, d# A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. V; {, A* t1 z2 |7 V, k |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 q+ O7 K& b( L& ], v3 s6 x* Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. \$ h* k2 ^. pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 r! o& @# G; p E3 R1 A( YHow you suffered for you sanity,% t& I: n& Y" G" n7 }: X- j3 W7 R
How you tried to set them free, / N( H# [3 Q' x! E7 h- k( h% u
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 y2 m! U3 X. J& U( f* u, o+ _# v
Perhaps they never will. |
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