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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. s! e# g4 R3 k* H! p3 MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' G y+ {: ]( p' U& L, VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 f; d- b2 [/ r+ ~$ M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 `: W! F7 [8 Y. @9 L! kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 O8 y* T9 m% q% k. hHow you suffered for you sanity,
" F2 S8 s8 c6 k2 s( cHow you tried to set them free,
8 Z4 _$ N4 }# c% eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& W: E2 L2 f6 k3 F x6 EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 I: V, L V5 K+ R3 h" nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* }7 G0 |( D# R* t! u TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
@7 O1 s; L& c, t6 o' m$ ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 R2 R) K# x0 h* a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 G1 }5 a* R4 Y" m5 g, k. ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" p' a: S3 ?% m1 Y" c# M2 }$ NBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 S: S. @" C; p2 `% v' v+ O# cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * C/ G2 `3 X: h3 `; H7 \- P* G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, Q9 [& e; T8 g( LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 Q4 A" [" N# J- \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 U& ^7 G' D6 c# l. q! ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 d6 l. A9 E$ `( a1 Q
; A9 V. g6 Z6 a3 e N5 XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( d% Q& I9 f2 O7 a: p0 @7 R
How you suffered for you sanity,7 v' J& O' |( m6 X+ W2 \
How you tried to set them free, , P+ m) O4 _: u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: d: `9 ?7 c# R' p2 o# dPerhaps they never will. |
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