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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# a% t" u b9 eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - j; l) k: m8 x# h* J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 E& y0 Q6 r, X3 lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 Y! T& g, l" k+ s+ L' L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" j( I6 {9 ] ~; c( S" U$ k# e2 EHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 V% ^0 E& ~- S' l
How you tried to set them free, 2 f% v) k7 R2 Q8 g8 B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 ~4 o7 b: `3 P; w, ]5 g; K z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # ~* G$ F/ c" _, L7 N1 u) M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 \2 N- I3 J! Y. m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 N0 F4 B m) m* B# hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, W1 \, h; j, W. |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# K: F+ B3 y' v( j* \" t; H# gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: P- B# P* ^6 |+ s$ h* i" mYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * @, W) }3 V( _: A0 ~) E% D- f4 A
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 V; l1 w' J( P9 z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ n+ Y1 S( F* \% \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 s# O; k+ C& K( J F, O DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 l2 f$ N7 P( _" qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* w4 I, N* l B, d; H N6 c3 {4 NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% t1 i8 ^( U+ ?* B8 PHow you suffered for you sanity,/ _2 w% ~# y6 E2 J! [0 d7 Z
How you tried to set them free, % K0 Z# h# J5 Q" V! J
They would not listen they're not listening still, : g1 A( i* `4 k$ p
Perhaps they never will. |
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