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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" u. |$ Q) o3 u0 B0 X2 Q( nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% u' o( i) b5 C3 X6 q! U1 nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; D5 i9 @. R; |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 H% q A; j, o( _& aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, N3 S# T% ?& I' bHow you suffered for you sanity, # q* v! W! Q* L! n1 q8 S
How you tried to set them free, 7 T* ?: t) ^0 o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % p9 W, {5 ^' P+ ]$ B8 f C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / X$ w4 \( g. A' X& S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* x1 {* x8 b8 F7 y' k2 yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 E/ R, ^6 \2 b* b+ t8 c/ }0 v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 L" K* \6 t l+ L/ i% e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % H g A9 l+ @) E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : t3 K6 E& y8 _$ G- E5 s
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% P2 Q" A0 D ^# g6 c( d) B7 nBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& v' S( d0 n5 Z; \6 uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 G8 Q/ v8 {* O+ k% A! S! Y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ r8 b( n) i+ DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # y0 k( l. n. H. B7 F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & R0 y) O0 C/ F9 t9 d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & O/ ]# {6 u5 X) H5 ~' [
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 M4 T/ Z$ f5 U/ _- }! v, J" k( L
How you suffered for you sanity,$ c2 M- g. _: W7 ?" d5 k3 F
How you tried to set them free, * g6 ?% S) u0 a5 T9 H3 X. r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: ]# A& S/ P7 x: w6 OPerhaps they never will. |
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