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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 o' z9 L3 c& a1 t3 P0 Q, l% NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ ~- u$ e5 [; d# E* O. ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 {9 O' r' v7 x; X7 N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) f% Q* f9 w# X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: C/ |; l+ f4 r0 K2 {* _! [$ fHow you suffered for you sanity,
' S1 ^# W% J c: n6 VHow you tried to set them free,
w- p2 h' _# g- A/ ^9 |* b vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' @8 E; {' C& A. V7 cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 _9 N; n0 H5 Q0 G* j* iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + j- O& F# X: F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 \; G1 ^: A# @) m; V( k! W9 HWeathered 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,
# z- ^4 |/ x& U- G' e$ q {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. E0 D& ?* W# T1 z8 d GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : D! a! f) o- @# l
But I could have told you, Vincent, - p$ l! R0 M4 _0 h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- B6 `# w; P* M# [. P- uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
v! w+ }6 p1 U$ Q+ L% R. qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 q! F+ J6 X* {' N+ |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,
8 |+ \2 x: J" o7 d; e7 Z! QHow you suffered for you sanity,, N0 i! C& J+ `- ]
How you tried to set them free, 2 T0 C6 T, S- g9 S" z" ^# }6 ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, * y- \7 ]. d Y3 |( t/ h
Perhaps they never will. |
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