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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 N+ a# g( f- f7 P7 e5 SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 Y- x6 _7 q% m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," q7 w* v" s+ p" z0 w2 w5 @6 T# z# g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 S; i# Y1 z6 T) a7 F2 tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! V; o0 ]( U( g7 w {# X2 qHow you suffered for you sanity, . c \# z, O8 U- o J
How you tried to set them free, ; q% k+ Y7 O2 \/ q6 _, }, i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! x' }5 D- e, n2 n, L3 q4 f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ J2 Z9 A0 [/ I0 v" ~- n: ]1 p& V- J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& C) l% l. A" `% JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 n! I3 C1 s" m4 @. \1 L/ e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 A; M- ?# G2 ~! e- q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) o P! R9 E `! M' x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . R- G& k! l9 }3 D& F$ f/ u% F
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 w# U8 r) N/ W! o; a( z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ p5 C8 E0 w, L$ a, h, |+ Y( dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 T4 P+ D, ]5 X F, r! f3 \. C8 zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& f4 J) M" ~" N& ]0 ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( g+ i. x6 d) G/ G& s9 L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. x. N/ N& F: V wThe 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,
, V; @- X2 I b. BHow you suffered for you sanity,- Y2 T$ L, G3 I( N4 {6 O/ p V
How you tried to set them free,
5 V2 c p' S& \6 W- C% EThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 _) n2 ]8 ^% r4 f+ e/ O& oPerhaps they never will. |
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