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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 o& P& i5 n' `2 T0 ~7 d! {8 |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ i/ R i5 G, h0 I* e. `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: N9 N, ^* m Y' ~4 G# ]2 L2 n7 }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 n# t; q3 a u; ]8 }! ]% ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 W8 p1 b3 o0 z7 fHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 l3 r; R! f! ]' a2 F
How you tried to set them free,
: A' i% Y K- ? P" KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
`! C" ?( `7 sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 e6 Z$ W* w9 O# i9 [4 p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# X3 S8 S9 f* A. s+ JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 Z, G) J) s- N$ n9 s1 f# _3 mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. ?/ i$ F' v. Z. ?& ]" LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % q @* M1 s( y" ^+ G1 r! B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 t5 f( ^8 z5 m! O, Q/ w! m# uYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * }8 ~1 l1 W: L% _: c
But I could have told you, Vincent, # n* W1 P6 {* Q. f$ J# r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : q* i- f( m. a
8 Q* N2 u- v8 }; ~: B& {* K: O# KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 }" [1 n" g8 \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& z: x. F! L S: ^" A* V: PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. t/ }: }% }) g) K9 bThe 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, b+ F3 X" B7 r
How you suffered for you sanity,
! u0 `6 X B- FHow you tried to set them free, 7 O1 s" h/ B1 ?' y7 R) Z0 \
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ b7 G+ [. | X* z* A% ~Perhaps they never will. |
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