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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
T4 G) [9 J4 A5 wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 [# @0 o q0 H' s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" Y4 K& x6 N/ s% F, X9 zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; r* Q* N8 O8 Q0 x! Z8 A6 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ T; S: {2 ?+ Z4 R6 i+ W% JHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 @! j2 b3 x3 X
How you tried to set them free, 6 `% t1 u6 Q# h2 U$ X( F9 ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' g# X3 x/ x! j1 k" h, s8 PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ L, V' ?8 X% R* O* eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ V2 A! S4 S* _4 }, ], @+ mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! g. V( ~4 F0 a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - J# I2 l7 \# ?; j; L- A/ _- e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 }: ~: o; J3 d5 b; e7 x+ _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! R2 a( _" _0 o5 mYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : ^8 Z9 G5 i5 x# Z; y% j8 P i
But I could have told you, Vincent, - n) e5 w' M) z1 k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 q% t4 H9 k8 y x& {2 v0 D1 Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 y4 v% E" n' [! I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ |9 D3 Q j w% pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; l4 B2 B1 G* j1 c
# D" c- i# t3 }1 P qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 i; b8 p6 Y2 |- M* G v6 CHow you suffered for you sanity,+ v. V: ~8 J; t
How you tried to set them free, + m% V D$ [: n9 e
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 z" o# M0 |# O Y4 ]2 q2 ~Perhaps they never will. |
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