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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 d6 T8 k a- B4 n& X; a& [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% x# Z2 M" k: M% q0 NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 ?( `; t8 ?9 N1 m3 c* F" k! d' ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 Q- i! F# [! n# _9 jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 z: u, }) N. m/ k% O. Y* w) F
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 h/ K! I9 X y# Z; Y8 K
How you tried to set them free,
8 w7 x8 I( P& J3 S! o# kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- Y+ D% P# Q; v, qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; p+ g. \% x+ M* vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 H( x# E3 \/ p; J0 k4 ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 e! e J/ R9 [; q
Weathered 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,
! T _& ~. G; j6 G5 p; h( @ P% Q4 CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 f! {% p5 j: t! e$ S+ a6 h
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 I: m$ H& _2 f; R
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 Z3 K5 |- {( q ]+ Z1 c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 q) K4 ]; B+ `1 {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # s3 ^" y2 a9 l1 y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & e. r- }* X! b4 K* V3 f7 h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& A2 c/ A* A# GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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n! s O" R2 G/ ^: o( S" ~; d8 `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - d. b3 i) K' ? m @) X3 @
How you suffered for you sanity,
& j; f: e4 V- p& A% ~$ j9 sHow you tried to set them free, ) C7 z6 f7 V* o+ v
They would not listen they're not listening still, " H1 x! |$ I3 G* x5 U
Perhaps they never will. |
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