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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) ?9 S/ m$ n3 y% {9 y( }. dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 u& ^3 \5 C0 }4 r% O. {) ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 m+ H' k5 q' O7 X3 lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 ?/ a( @3 {$ N7 ]5 m* ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- @; f3 i M8 T' L. M
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 v$ M( D$ t! Q' I+ a8 `How you tried to set them free,
: c) `9 a5 G# {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- p4 R8 P& a+ H( `' V" Z |( Y4 Z9 oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 C$ i' q6 Z. _! JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 T5 v* E( U! h7 s8 K; ~# RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) r9 _$ X* u+ e/ y8 RWeathered 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, ; f, m2 I: D! h: q; ^8 W4 F1 Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 @% w$ S- p, pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 o) |! M. j" x' q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# `# r. u+ a3 q& MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # T( g( }; d! G! o5 R" Q5 b. o8 Z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 w' D. C+ W, W- x) j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / o' V! g2 b3 D0 X1 q3 c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 r; \/ j- @: d9 ^7 H: eThe 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, % @7 W( ~' ~ j" q( ?
How you suffered for you sanity,1 d; o- m3 t( b# w- y1 \( ?
How you tried to set them free, ! [! D% h4 H7 a4 O2 Z, }" W; i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 q0 ?8 c y' S8 r$ M! ^* T. J) UPerhaps they never will. |
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