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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 u3 w. m. Y/ Y0 P. a/ XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. u7 \4 g r, ~) O4 A! ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" p* c2 r9 z7 HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& M3 ?; m# G' P: M a9 [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 \% C1 L$ U1 y6 h7 z- l3 h. J. }How you suffered for you sanity,
. F9 r2 ~+ H I5 S, ]How you tried to set them free, 4 ~$ b2 B( \% t8 s0 d! c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; d* b) I6 b' y6 F8 `0 {+ U+ `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% } Z, Z3 H$ f! b$ xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 _( R6 s/ O; g+ g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 c2 s+ b+ s8 ]3 u2 n w) z8 z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 I& c6 F% l! _7 V. I/ w1 aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" m3 L1 f) } X+ ^) \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 R- z9 I( e: Z/ G$ u' bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# c6 W$ t) z) G$ _! GBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 U( O R. O5 R4 i8 f$ ?, U% T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 b" `; P3 H" Y4 SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , _) X& W8 r* V1 f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 B; p) y6 _7 m% X# w! cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 q& P& l, [0 G; xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, P! O# Q7 z: v% CHow you suffered for you sanity,. S F7 m/ p4 n Q
How you tried to set them free, ' B1 p# i! e4 C4 M8 A& N
They would not listen they're not listening still, + h2 X/ C! F9 O( H' [6 e
Perhaps they never will. |
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