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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! d9 r3 { O Y5 _! G, [" OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ _! e* \# `- }0 \ E" HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* Y# o: _5 s9 Z) @" h- @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! U9 e/ a& @; a- xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 @3 X4 W. L7 |3 S* P! f3 U
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 K5 Z. A# V2 K+ O4 y8 Q( _
How you tried to set them free,
6 u. f" E5 }3 G. o, B; nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& p: O% P0 g0 s+ R. W- p& h8 }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( C, |3 N9 E6 MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( S# u) G8 B5 n# _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & f; k. ]) Q! L9 Q4 Z5 b
Weathered 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, + |+ `( @" p3 m! e; c: O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . \) b" H# B/ |, {6 N+ Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . o: a6 G& n: A4 E3 x2 C6 {
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 Y+ i# X: c( H" L6 S, P, N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # x9 B/ h$ L9 b! H _8 ?. k" G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: t4 @/ L" y$ N! }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
j8 w& f- j8 y* q% `. k# r1 JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 L! D, m5 s5 EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . S$ c' W/ w$ p n0 _8 }
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 h9 p* R9 Q$ @. U/ m% MHow you suffered for you sanity,# o+ R; }1 E1 e& D3 S; l
How you tried to set them free, ! o0 I+ N8 ]; B) _+ Q4 L( z
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' n9 N v$ @" b3 h
Perhaps they never will. |
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