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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! p7 Y0 M& K) c# K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 s& F$ x; `3 D. @4 W% ]! y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 E$ ~1 A7 \5 a6 y# ]; _% }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 ~; Y. g3 u* @5 A B; R% ~7 \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% J6 s8 q# R% W& ~( X3 g0 p) N
How you suffered for you sanity,
- A! c# L$ ~' G8 VHow you tried to set them free, 3 g" ^$ q- G8 T; V9 I& J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( _ \8 y! v# W& s$ @" x% y) j5 P' QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; w- e2 [+ O1 u( o1 {3 ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# T/ m- d9 p( a6 GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * e% ?9 `7 g0 n9 d7 c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 q! S$ q9 D& |5 O. eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 u% J/ K# h* n- CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 |( u3 J' X y8 rYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * t4 R# `3 y+ c" J8 W7 T9 S) b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* M, l8 z3 [: w7 {% i7 }# BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 `( [: S, l4 K* U7 G3 a0 y$ D
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 D- ~% A6 \ d! J5 ^0 ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & l' I( G9 p1 `# k9 h3 Q T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . u3 P6 [6 X1 N+ S: j K
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, ( z: N( e/ s0 J
How you suffered for you sanity,8 y' V* [# U1 @! r; K) q
How you tried to set them free,
6 F! B3 w! ]* }% }7 Y( ]. T; G" @They would not listen they're not listening still,
- }$ F6 E; w) DPerhaps they never will. |
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