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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' V# A3 M) D0 z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . ]3 a% q3 ~! U/ G3 N. r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ C! L' p, Z1 C {+ n9 N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( [$ M9 P* h8 j9 w8 d% }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ p! k7 Z5 g2 e0 A* ]+ c2 t% a0 t
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 g3 d2 @( Q9 N6 j d8 @
How you tried to set them free,
9 d: e8 H' g- E* T( ?+ C! nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' T6 a% i! ~3 e( ?7 L5 O+ ?+ e* Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 U7 [1 [8 [) J8 l* T% mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! D0 T8 R1 a5 ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 Y% Y% w1 J! u* ?# EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 M! H9 H: s$ _6 q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ O; e _# P$ NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% @; b. S9 h6 _0 Q' z/ LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, m% C/ y+ H8 W( [- m( \% L
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 h' b5 Q- x5 d U2 n6 x6 J: f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- L0 _% r# y0 oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 n) b) z6 v0 w& [7 ~: e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " }* q% N+ M' I9 p& i' m3 p3 L$ f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; b8 O. M& e, e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" e% H* r3 v. p X$ ^, bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' b2 a9 f. {/ t* ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 Y( ]) N3 B4 j9 iHow you tried to set them free,
/ p! c( c. ~) x' I5 i0 m0 IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) M% m6 }% |3 [& q; X3 BPerhaps they never will. |
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