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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ O0 i% q( D1 fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, i! X1 `" z/ @7 f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ H" U8 @7 z. X3 L. w3 oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: @) q" N& ]) D4 lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ j4 Y0 A- E" t7 ]+ G1 q% lHow you suffered for you sanity,
# K; `& \% t8 r( i% f5 C6 _How you tried to set them free,
5 |' L7 V# m! ~/ _( vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + b8 S; [! J# q5 \7 A1 t& W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# a" s9 N& l3 ^" ^3 g! K+ `1 T4 V! GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 ? o7 I% f' d( H# c: ]8 r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( x) B& w* j0 z! E' X/ N! vWeathered 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, . H& ^5 n# A0 N n2 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 R, Y: a# s5 Y }& t2 m& V$ G
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 @, [4 }* J. |$ U! Y# `, h
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 _1 L, ?/ `4 f2 z) d! J$ D0 r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 c1 j8 e3 X0 e1 G" yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, }% X9 |# i! b+ T6 o3 r2 ]; ~8 y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* z: e' X& I$ }! ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 a) V% j% N2 M4 ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. K" @4 [- X; S; o5 G1 qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' o, C: F! T. B X9 I$ NHow you suffered for you sanity,7 V8 A8 m( W) H+ d
How you tried to set them free, ; a7 ?) x1 r3 L6 C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 d" n; m+ b. i7 [( \ ~ zPerhaps they never will. |
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