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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 W4 `- X% W8 w9 d0 L* OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % r( a- z) e2 }8 h" D& |2 ?$ B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 a I! ~$ H. `2 W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! k2 U# o8 ?7 @' ^! M1 `4 K8 _7 v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& j5 z8 Z: k; d
How you suffered for you sanity,
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7 I! m' V* d$ R( k' \) VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: O) s% e6 _4 ?% y# v8 h6 h7 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) t- L! s0 t6 g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 V/ V% ^" N6 {; i9 eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( o3 d" T6 `6 \9 [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 ~. v+ V7 I: @0 k/ t% z, j" B. b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' Q8 b" d9 M4 E* z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * ~; d H7 o) @7 I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# n5 k2 B. x4 _, V! ]) iBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 S1 V% \7 Y4 ~0 h2 w/ c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 U t9 A$ l1 ?& }' {2 A3 K5 ] q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 A# e: V! g" S3 ^7 e+ ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & F5 ?( A% F' k- g6 S# f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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X$ }1 G- ~$ u7 j3 U- qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " h, u, f {, a) z
How you suffered for you sanity,2 j" e) e; b, ^: e( ~; h
How you tried to set them free,
8 n+ k. |5 i! ?1 V5 LThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' R6 y2 I$ |% D; S: M# ?& d
Perhaps they never will. |
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