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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; t# I9 }- f# ~; _: }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, J- i2 r5 }7 ?- Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ t5 p O* I) p, ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 f/ V& ]6 | xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) j5 `8 h: o8 C, P6 w2 _1 U5 p& ~. fHow you suffered for you sanity,
( I% N2 C+ E' W+ u$ F" S& N. {0 nHow you tried to set them free,
! X j" O4 h8 j% F$ KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; g) d. B) K; b( H; d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " u- H& @5 C+ F; j" M: Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 g8 d4 g) ?3 T5 B4 P7 Y' y- O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- `4 f, Y; }) {) KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 c( y; I8 `6 N s- f- X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ t; f E- _0 N4 b8 j. \ [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ ^& E% y( t! ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 e! x" M( O. _$ ^But I could have told you, Vincent, + y4 g% N* h+ P* s* N4 T: ~& z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# Y+ p. f+ v. \/ O) g$ K% SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # D9 [2 ?# Y% ^ k, u! ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 K3 A0 U0 Q. a0 r y3 |$ RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& |$ h% m. K8 q6 U9 j, n. eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * b' Y( N' N: K ?5 |+ H
How you suffered for you sanity,
* R4 m- c; r& R/ s1 ?3 n, pHow you tried to set them free,
% q/ @2 R" h- R! x) PThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 p1 M. {7 ^. c$ d6 \Perhaps they never will. |
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