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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% J6 O$ \2 L& W! J. J% LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 X2 c2 s/ D0 g' P( G9 BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ `9 a7 X; @) q5 E: U0 n0 E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 i5 I" Y3 n! B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( a( e' k3 G" g4 W$ W
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 {% F( _' J; a% [/ ^4 AHow you tried to set them free, / A9 }; j4 h* O1 N# S, u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 t1 W4 H/ K4 `1 l3 c8 g1 Z/ `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' D, Q/ ?' \- p) q1 B8 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* E2 Y, h! Z5 A& G1 CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 C, p! _: x6 k& {5 uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / V T* Y# u( o; y' ^; \2 N; b$ G
4 ?" |4 k. w& V' o* ^! u7 L9 E0 g# UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . Y3 \- H9 a9 K1 l, `% v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : r3 V# }: E5 {6 x6 ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: @5 S4 {* x2 q. }& P3 JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ Y0 v( p$ l: ]+ e$ M! ~2 _+ cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' V2 ^: @ B( _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ~# h# T, }. U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. N* S/ S7 i( r- J! t" ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 t% k$ g' H. I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' Q2 \2 |1 z6 k4 E @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ W) |' k% X% p% ^How you suffered for you sanity,
% n( P% ]: [4 _9 d, b I+ w5 s4 h0 PHow you tried to set them free, / j, y! ]% U' i4 {. L, K& L
They would not listen they're not listening still, S$ }: c& q! G# s& u
Perhaps they never will. |
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