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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ n! N b6 ]9 @' I- FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 e# h* v Y1 M1 t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 ?8 G" _7 |2 }: O3 D3 j( n# Y+ |% P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : N5 |; K! l: j- E0 x( K d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! { J0 R' v* A( I2 @0 l- F! x6 v
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 h* }4 N' ^% v& @0 @How you tried to set them free,
* b; V0 Z- ^$ r1 @$ h4 YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 k0 @! R% ]# j: b0 E- N% PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: |7 V2 M6 _! A: L5 JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 Y! W7 j) `3 [# ]0 ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ J! S9 |" r3 v$ Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% Q7 v, W* V; qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ I& T+ l1 {1 K+ ^/ }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / K/ ^1 y _& C3 v( }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; U7 f4 y" G5 p. r0 _
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ M) @" X" }5 [* l# ~$ X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 E/ R% b8 X' Z1 K$ |: _+ ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ s$ A. Z# u/ _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( _; H& z/ C1 h3 `/ M& B! `, ~$ ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 l8 K, n2 O. L0 ?# l( B4 @3 [+ hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - k4 j J& K1 _' _# b0 Y" H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 t8 ~, H3 q( M) i3 E _
How you suffered for you sanity,. q$ E0 z$ M1 s; ~. {7 x
How you tried to set them free,
. Z# e; C9 S, \1 w aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
B( m# I& F/ O. sPerhaps they never will. |
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