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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 D$ {$ `$ N- s5 h/ W8 DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 |3 j- g& o5 `) {1 M% d3 h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 z4 r: I) {% V8 {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , ]- U8 `+ z" k: K: {9 @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 M5 s* q. B/ ]; E0 H0 {) G/ N
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 H6 @1 \, H( g: ?* uHow you tried to set them free,
l: L, \; U T& m$ b8 O- lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / `; u) l9 b. i7 Q, |$ H C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* x4 C$ [5 v$ F' r' X% o5 I1 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( b0 Z2 w8 Q5 _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- ^: c8 a8 Q; d7 UWeathered 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,
5 [ M! w- L( }' SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . u7 I* ]! N7 O' J+ l
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( Q: `4 t4 m+ {2 B" F- b+ _But I could have told you, Vincent, ; C( h) Z, _# s4 U2 z% A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 d* l" {" Z5 {. k$ Y+ f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 z% o# L! X+ ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 t9 i: }8 g7 e9 N1 I8 x9 ~% o# k) W/ z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 f! U0 }1 n! s4 U% _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * V6 H8 p' U) P8 B2 K* r" j* O9 d" {5 P
How you suffered for you sanity,' |; O& d& D2 B: B3 a& U" Y
How you tried to set them free, & } S7 C$ `7 C; r9 l+ N
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 z# W- r: h/ }! V4 I* d, O# [, }Perhaps they never will. |
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