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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ ~; e; h9 u# |: a8 A* z1 X, KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ h- c' D) e. b, L$ `- a% Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 W& q2 y2 K/ C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" C+ e* E F }( X# E# E; aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 B% ~! E# z, ]8 S9 F; [How you suffered for you sanity, + o# s# Y5 H; z+ L( {1 M
How you tried to set them free,
( T0 P6 f9 B3 i/ \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. p6 y5 |7 g6 A% a+ H$ {( f# `5 MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) y' g4 z' N7 B0 d, gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
p+ @) K" H/ C( f' r, gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 R, ^( z3 M( }- y* {$ Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. h L' @6 ~0 V) a8 x4 kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' V f" ~. _5 u q, v) a: L! ^" c* }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! P4 O: N! \, d1 f2 c8 {You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! ?3 w% J# S7 D$ B# R; RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% a9 o" ~' x% ^7 M+ L& YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 Y$ x6 X; R- F f# Q& w" }* M
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: O2 L4 r; @/ ?% j; OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 B; Z8 L' u1 v: g/ qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( O9 Z) B, r8 Y- E0 V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 F+ H- W9 M* f# ]$ U5 }; `How you suffered for you sanity,9 m4 Y' ^. c( O8 C7 \0 c$ T
How you tried to set them free,
( Q2 B5 h/ l9 P+ YThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 R9 k8 N. |2 P/ xPerhaps they never will. |
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