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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
P4 J! @+ {* D. C7 ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) {0 R+ M# a) D% w6 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 J) o9 }7 ^, c" R- u( V x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) ?# u R1 R" N" ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! e H" k, L/ [' f* {
How you suffered for you sanity, - ]" m) h0 s( }3 Y* u7 c/ t) c0 u
How you tried to set them free, ( f# v; S5 Q3 |7 H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) m4 }/ c! g' X' i! y+ M! NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 k" H! j; f" D" d+ A8 x. n( k& P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - e. |& j: f* y# F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. M, S# R' V( f9 {& cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * a) R% { u6 c+ e4 D: w3 E4 m
, A) h# r& e0 o9 OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 a, m' d3 s6 ]& j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& `8 K! f6 W: H- t& l; p9 x BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - X) L8 k) b; ^( d" a( N# X% d8 `
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' {& m8 P8 r8 f' Y9 Q% J+ r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / F8 C4 f! N; T, z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . [% n$ @, X' h& `) C2 A% T2 z) g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 N5 ^6 J4 k$ l& ~9 W" b3 HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) L) k& n# U: H- D0 S, F r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 }0 s/ q# J0 jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 \) H7 q! u5 @" O8 a0 \' }- `. b" NHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 }8 K2 a# M! ~* ~+ w$ Y% W7 i& hHow you tried to set them free, 6 A( k; t: H* Z' |
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 M5 P3 L$ l' sPerhaps they never will. |
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