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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% ^# i6 x& L N g+ g) x4 QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # u: h6 a% |3 |4 _! P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: d+ s- D) y) x/ I i+ M7 xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 h2 z M+ P8 L* z- C" L" a3 ?% {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* C2 e" O8 M, |3 H6 z
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 w6 D% M) E8 m+ [' V& Z% m% v( x
How you tried to set them free,
, o' ]! F. } \5 z0 L# ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 [! C4 Y) j6 n( q/ {- j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 c2 n. j- w/ f- a9 g( r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. T* H5 G5 N z, z0 L/ V5 i) SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / M! S( j1 F! z' w5 w2 w9 A2 q- H% K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, L& V' i" r. ?# P8 sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 W! o8 \% [+ Y* Z( c( AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( x8 E5 j/ K: n1 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 A: W) D& L+ i4 |# p6 e2 z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 h' s; v7 U" n& M& C; [$ [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 C+ Q& L, m, d$ p* jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / s- z6 ^6 v! p$ l, Q7 p) E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " c- X; N* u3 E2 g: {$ t0 a6 e5 k+ i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' X& Y4 R- ?! K& ?; F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) V3 w1 Q: K r, g, }) T/ CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 |4 x: w8 Z! I1 e
How you suffered for you sanity,# I, _! \- L: { \: T2 _0 t
How you tried to set them free,
' ` O2 G. H h1 lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 D% U$ \! F4 \2 v1 k% ?2 dPerhaps they never will. |
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