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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' L0 R, G& ^7 q! lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - ]* h) l5 M* b1 M$ b; U2 r2 O: ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ k8 g0 E) B* I) x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' @: j8 E, q: ]8 i% e$ HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# n3 Z0 }+ h; NHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 X& s$ g/ X1 \& _ P" f* P5 ?How you tried to set them free, + S; _: m; }( i7 H/ Z$ w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' ^+ z0 Z8 T' K" j `" x [7 F$ u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# \% O$ \6 F' x3 h- V) H) q0 Y; m7 zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % @: F' N7 ?0 _$ x9 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& m+ _% m0 n: @; r/ j& u2 e" ^/ [/ uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 V% ~$ j1 {( c& M
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( R5 s9 `* z+ ~- aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ y& u' W* K# b' u5 H" U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! ^- D# |, l; k& N$ L: V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 ` ]# g) l5 y$ z7 o+ \9 DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . N6 o) K0 ~* E& k3 R: ~6 A: M2 Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' t& t H1 k- G- cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 S C" A% g$ f- Q, u" N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) S9 L" H3 C6 c6 B8 z& vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ i. X- b% Y$ z5 w5 @2 NHow you suffered for you sanity,
' C& l9 o# Y( z+ VHow you tried to set them free, 8 M0 x' `' z1 X, y, |5 S
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ b2 ?* {# a D6 ^" ?, z
Perhaps they never will. |
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