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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' K% `# t( q3 oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ Z9 V) g" |$ v/ \7 L! sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 U! y/ m6 Q, P5 Y9 m: Q( P5 z8 CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) p: ] }; d( v8 j, L+ z' C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: a# F( G4 N$ A: `How you suffered for you sanity, 1 `1 F) X$ `* c; ^3 O; e
How you tried to set them free, 5 `$ Y7 ?. Y: D |/ x+ o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 E) \& o; o2 W2 {7 P/ D7 a, k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + G" M5 @6 J3 H: P: B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 P5 r& G9 M9 l6 a' b# C$ GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : p. I* N9 R- ~2 W
Weathered 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,
& }1 U; a$ t# l, j, ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + i/ y1 c3 M8 A; [- L
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, W. Y7 M6 f) J0 u1 O" hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 |6 _$ `, f8 ?( UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % Y* z3 n: _3 y( n
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 |$ e7 k4 t5 ~- G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" {# y! h% |, D! H; h) E: |. I4 gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * `9 f V& F! ~* Z! s
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, 0 t- C3 U8 o7 A2 l V$ G
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 s+ W6 O/ J* l) J9 uHow you tried to set them free,
+ N. X, v& | S& z/ j$ P' MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; b! J) j6 M j6 YPerhaps they never will. |
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