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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 V1 E+ `' T% ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 \( w W! {5 X0 \0 v9 Z, A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; r8 R" X5 U1 H% E2 Z I \/ J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 f0 s. M3 d: H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* C% Q: X4 u+ A
How you suffered for you sanity, ; A4 s. Y6 K7 ]; O
How you tried to set them free,
. t3 Y0 F; M. B5 QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # `1 g4 m* h0 D; D- G1 t) u" }* T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * I2 \! K* U9 s/ h7 M: k4 q+ O) V& Y8 S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! i: Y# ^$ n$ n, F. j: ^7 P$ tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 v1 L3 k. @. }/ M$ h) OWeathered 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, 5 ^5 t5 Z0 o* G8 C. J/ u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, M$ C" y9 ^. @0 v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- ~ F. D* g: e! t/ XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 q8 y/ ~( w/ t7 d2 YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; c* U$ c9 m3 y8 `' \
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; d+ Z3 s0 y3 M# B3 s( y0 @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ j' n0 b+ [& K" Q1 x% @! M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 b$ }1 e6 a2 I. d3 `( D5 O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " b7 C* I( s* _1 Z( N2 c$ o
; f4 e( B' B/ m/ cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % o& h- w: r w( n$ V e
How you suffered for you sanity,$ |; n1 q- c3 `& O; l
How you tried to set them free,
5 r# G% }/ i' k. J* S. n% S& ] c# }2 }They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 Q7 u( P, j! a' Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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