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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: z% H0 P& ^' M$ U. JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ N. h; h2 q9 u. |5 TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: u, \ p* O( d1 I1 YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 x# G9 [& z x# `0 S5 FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% R3 d. m6 }- a( b3 T3 ]7 u. u9 ]How you suffered for you sanity, , t: i# }1 L5 ]. W/ b' G
How you tried to set them free, - y' I9 U# q. v v: i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! H/ B/ @5 m9 ^, {4 f5 ]4 y/ ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 n, |! ~% u9 x( c2 D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 r0 C5 J, S( I8 I$ S3 VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 Q# e! w: `5 {+ h( B
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, # u" I) b1 V( s _3 }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! U3 b f1 C3 `4 |* u4 qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 ?0 ]% t" P9 X# {% j6 N! y& y* C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 @3 b2 b+ R* }+ S; FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# b6 Q, w0 c) ~. hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 e# m& t) e9 Y* k7 R" T- KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 `1 x: F0 B5 ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! V+ Z% P4 b& X5 y( B+ zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 U" R& C$ E) |% x: k
4 G! K' s& A( J+ r4 k1 RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 Q M B, l/ h5 L6 ~) K. S% CHow you suffered for you sanity,
! y1 ?3 e* C$ v" Q. FHow you tried to set them free,
- Y9 N# x- \: h% w& D: I7 xThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ U% G; h6 j, p9 |Perhaps they never will. |
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