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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # Z+ U3 g. ~) }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 O, J( A/ @" J9 A/ y1 MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% A0 [% V6 b+ H9 E7 ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" W$ [6 l* t4 L9 ]+ Z5 BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, V. C, a6 B* g: @How you suffered for you sanity, ' z* `- p) A# x3 L ]# e
How you tried to set them free,
6 A Y% a4 ^( S8 W- R6 _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' V" c2 }" ~1 F+ V6 i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 |8 x' b/ I5 W% `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" i* f0 |+ ^ f+ U y1 o4 oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & F7 |4 L* I/ N7 q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' k6 H( m( N. n0 p& B SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , b% j6 G1 ?7 @# j( }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" f1 K' f9 e* ?; z2 q+ U) J6 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 X( ~# b9 s: u8 @2 F1 R" M' V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% E% i; H6 [' ` r4 ~7 @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ z0 x( l5 y7 o8 v3 c) c1 }$ y# G; x: g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / n' o7 _" q0 e$ @% t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 i+ M7 b. ?6 H) C. tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" \) [- j0 B8 W2 Z7 _ ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& U3 f. U9 N+ G- kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# c- B# |) f6 r fHow you suffered for you sanity,9 B2 n" e% ~1 p/ B( @, [, A$ x
How you tried to set them free, # R3 G% |1 F* ?3 c, n1 Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, , `2 G/ Q4 s( x6 ~. o* \
Perhaps they never will. |
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