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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, l( m: k1 u, h$ _6 N4 H& N4 nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 M' Z" f5 ~' ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% T6 ?. |# U# bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 {7 ^1 i" d' W' x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; P: q( G4 k1 |& C
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 Y$ k d D' c3 J; fHow you tried to set them free, & D6 A! j' I$ s9 P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) H2 V* n" c5 T6 L& y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 V6 a# g0 h+ n. v: u+ \& t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 ]- U$ T3 S4 B4 A& L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 G- k% @' n$ q; T% ~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,
8 Q6 N) g/ B3 S' `. \# N% F' ` ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ y3 ~5 g! m4 a( \2 _/ d; Q1 w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 c$ d% q# N8 o ]$ \But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 Y: o5 J8 {5 q: E# c8 a' d+ ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - K4 d8 l2 D6 E1 |9 r3 O
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 ?8 w0 e$ G+ p: D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # I# u9 G5 Q1 g4 P5 `9 T {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) G$ O. j8 N/ E4 W1 R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 N- K! m6 |5 R* sHow you suffered for you sanity,
' V8 d) C/ Y* ~& ^How you tried to set them free,
& h( E: C) v7 q' j: eThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: D( @/ V0 B" G; ~$ t+ {4 R! a2 ?Perhaps they never will. |
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