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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, {% Y+ h; Z1 [) k9 h) \0 h$ v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& N! E" G9 x5 ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 ^. p! f( A& ~7 o5 \8 |) Y+ C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 f0 N0 T* F& W$ n. c) ], k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ a8 X% T. V( F5 a D4 G' m, x" K7 P
How you suffered for you sanity,
) k" L5 Q: Q+ f U3 A% U! p$ cHow you tried to set them free,
7 W6 s4 W( D6 Y) I1 R$ R0 ?2 QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 c& [; T8 _5 ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; S, L- |) T: l% i& E: |! S5 E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' n/ b7 J u. J* OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. W- L) \2 v; K/ x$ _5 d; k, m9 wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + A! B1 Z, E* J0 W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , r: T4 ^3 V5 r6 f$ p6 m& U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # U+ |4 U/ P$ e/ W/ c
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ Y: w: w5 L. s. G
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 v! u4 a% J$ w1 H- e' f4 G6 O' eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 ^: F0 P! m: i8 y9 w% [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( j' t+ n" g* _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 r6 F: n& E5 r- u: a3 E; W/ A9 IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 _( ^, v1 w0 J9 L" k
1 B$ K9 g! a# S( z- J1 i: r' lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , r! ]; E+ F1 Y7 t0 G
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 H3 m q+ [ |" @( ?How you tried to set them free,
0 a$ e1 v4 v- l# q% l) z- GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
}% B, ^/ q4 ]& q6 o5 v) |Perhaps they never will. |
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