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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 ^3 b# v' N$ I" S( C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% s9 X+ \5 c5 y0 N4 k2 jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 d6 Z! d! k0 X4 u3 L4 ?% c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # M2 w1 x1 |, Y" E# Y, [/ l u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) f2 M# s: v/ X j2 n$ Y [How you suffered for you sanity,
" Z* t6 N, F9 }6 p1 a3 h# bHow you tried to set them free,
9 \$ P9 d' ]4 W! f; m* @1 W) RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* f4 c+ w @) i5 p# Y3 C. kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: {: a0 w" a. t. | e5 jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * f: |1 f, q6 y9 ?# e" X) ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' @! m o. J2 H+ t$ }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. B2 q, W% K4 \% c+ s; n( ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ Z% B* z6 c6 P- J. L7 [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' Q4 [: w3 l/ MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - p8 d$ k) b( v9 l7 |
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& N) L" g. N+ vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( {7 a+ R" v3 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 \ e$ Q/ r4 `: f ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * q: F: o0 @# b1 H! n9 l9 W
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, 9 F3 v9 ?6 k. ~; I: P3 _$ x
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 \; x/ h& T5 G2 k6 O5 xHow you tried to set them free, ; E) j( T; ^' p) _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, ^" Z) F8 |. aPerhaps they never will. |
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