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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 X3 P K9 v, [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# h7 H! V* G5 X6 O5 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' q: R5 M4 ^% P4 T" C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( P. ^" M6 U- c$ K# F+ y: t/ ^0 i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! `; N' w, O- _% Q; P! H
How you suffered for you sanity,
. l+ E2 G! G0 g& U) ]/ {6 C" n. GHow you tried to set them free, . F2 x/ j% Z# u5 u/ k8 A9 k& s+ y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 I, O* k9 h: K( X& UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 A7 k, w6 W) }' M$ ?$ `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 @! B, o* |; o1 gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& f8 S; |) r# ^6 N, EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' A2 O+ g* E+ H8 J2 m( S
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ h6 y" K9 q5 a% f; FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
@" K: G6 ~! O A& g/ ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! v; J/ ]% b: @: C, j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 y) Y; V6 X0 N H3 {2 b. gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ M2 U4 C% M- V6 d- AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' O* t: K$ G, v3 {. Y% C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; w4 \" N4 t0 {6 P J! b0 h- iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ G& a$ ]6 q6 H% @) h2 V' aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) C# V4 m$ Z1 e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ v b: ` X7 r& n# [6 X: ^How you suffered for you sanity,. o+ A1 k+ ~+ G- r" I
How you tried to set them free, . C0 p* _5 k1 g
They would not listen they're not listening still, - Z! Y: k# u. v# w& }% \% i
Perhaps they never will. |
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