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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; J! o$ j3 U$ [: X0 Q2 Z$ c8 m/ Y* `1 fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) |+ \! v0 x& U4 n' X' ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 `! q+ ~, p" S$ Z3 k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % l7 e5 u( G3 a1 e. K$ E2 X5 _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: Z$ @$ F0 r# z, F3 RHow you suffered for you sanity, - M0 ^4 x6 D v
How you tried to set them free,
, D% Z! P/ W, E7 G' b" d, ~0 IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 Z$ B$ Z( Z$ f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " k9 I! y; S4 Z" u0 ^7 v! C$ S5 g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" L, Q O& ?/ C; U5 ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , i! m- e& f+ z, K* l8 G, [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! q3 Q$ }6 O8 N$ y4 F. s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, R) s6 k7 K+ l6 ~3 h- W' d+ gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 l6 l& x4 N; Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ y: N5 d; c$ B, ~( qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- r1 X6 Z( `, B% y% H( ^' lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 H( f }: R: m' x* {8 {" k, B
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 a' S/ y3 i4 f' \' x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % o+ W- x8 w( j: H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % X8 v6 V' i, [5 r* R$ |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 K9 g" g* q, c! R. w
# A" T8 E' k! B5 g7 q, fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 j! ?1 U8 _5 [0 z; d6 MHow you suffered for you sanity,: K- L9 Q7 t! ]
How you tried to set them free,
7 x; u, j. [0 {9 i' UThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, k0 p Z S* E' |- KPerhaps they never will. |
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