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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, o7 p6 \5 ^, u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 R- y+ l; x h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ U! \! {; r; _0 o: m) TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. n1 i0 e/ H+ y5 P( F1 m$ ?4 C$ e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 R3 a; x4 S/ E& y6 {0 JHow you suffered for you sanity, " C' i) B% {9 f4 t7 u# i
How you tried to set them free,
3 t2 B: Q4 N0 S4 H) ?* |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 |% }! \. C( I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " F+ g1 c+ S k, M8 x, D6 J, B) q9 [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 v. A9 |/ J- {+ J* @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 B+ F+ J. K( R% u5 S4 V& T, h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 x' a* O) S$ C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 d( J$ ~6 N4 N% U) w' j7 v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. i. [ V2 u' E3 t/ Z, q' N' XYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& C% F7 z8 q# u( [% V m) bBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 }) Y7 c A4 j2 R% @6 ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' u/ c8 S G1 P- h' F( B X
N1 K- ~6 N* z: p' D+ ?/ | Y- o5 tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 r7 \/ r1 J1 G3 q& C: ]0 I: F6 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 ]. I4 T2 d3 ^4 i0 S8 ~9 HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ H! B0 d' {+ s z+ EThe 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,
* `" q8 K% ?: y+ p" \ pHow you suffered for you sanity,' [, q6 v4 M) Q9 P
How you tried to set them free, / ^& T, o/ B8 R# P
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ q# V" V2 M# X& lPerhaps they never will. |
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