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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 K6 ?, ~4 F. B+ c5 x1 ]( GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 Y4 F& Z9 C% _% sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 ~, M. w- Y7 r; Q! j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " n! }2 |8 F% W2 T0 ], ~! r9 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 C/ q7 Q7 ^8 jHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 j' ?4 _& s7 a Q$ K, ^
How you tried to set them free, " \! q+ K; T$ T) g; {+ v/ D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( Z5 X9 \- p4 F' Q2 Y$ i4 xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 \4 v$ I5 n9 d0 u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 b! z% X, m/ K3 E! w! V. Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' |. l9 L+ j( I) S- `+ V0 NWeathered 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, ! _+ I, L! g2 B5 w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 O$ C% D7 o- cYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, H; z4 k/ \4 ]7 {( `But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 k1 D, K' O2 O2 a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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I/ F$ p* K/ Y- ?, Z4 }! ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' I7 e' y1 _% n Q- u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % d% b% m$ T( i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ V }- L3 E% |3 q+ x! ?The 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,
1 \' ?5 `& l- v: k2 s. ?8 y; A& B% UHow you suffered for you sanity,
X9 T# b- g5 u N. N8 \ ZHow you tried to set them free,
- s% `2 I* Z) b# A4 hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( G" {" F9 T: c6 \6 m& ZPerhaps they never will. |
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