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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 R+ A3 Q& X; ~5 L! a4 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' _) Y8 l( U: T. d5 P& w) n/ O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ c& M: b/ c# H, {+ h! D9 l6 ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % _+ e9 \6 K( ^3 H$ X! @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 T3 f+ f" L! G# |! P& B
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 Z6 C$ B2 `% w3 iHow you tried to set them free,
4 X+ R* N5 Q& [# k5 cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # ?; e6 j8 H5 k. E6 o6 v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 S7 Z1 G* l0 Y- u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * V# v; M- S6 V1 N( ^5 @0 T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ }* |9 N3 C8 t' U" cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 I* s- `+ [- V! I3 a; ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " l! F( m# G& C$ u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, b: Y- k* R0 fYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( k" @6 c$ D- H& P, Z7 l! F7 lBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 `1 r( F* f" U/ X- m8 B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& \8 ~ }6 ?: _ v- ?+ c, A% h5 g7 _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * B; W* w2 t" g; ^/ I7 Y3 ^% a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( E) T$ }4 q9 \) [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' L' U8 ?5 A% H: P+ _3 L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! d# F/ X4 Y7 x0 ^4 c* a1 z, uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; c0 x |1 Q. j; ?& Z+ F& n/ t
How you suffered for you sanity,
# G- c) H! s4 i _6 {; qHow you tried to set them free, . G: a( y- q( X" F2 z) i1 h
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' |4 ^- v1 d2 v4 Y$ e2 _0 _0 APerhaps they never will. |
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