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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 E+ Y; M W9 u2 {) U! @$ GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 E: P3 Q! P, J( Y- ?3 I; F' @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 o0 z# m* f4 g |5 e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' c% i0 i% ?& R" W" F- y: ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; s9 p( h# h1 i* F4 o+ Y) ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
, d2 J& ~$ G/ `3 y4 v# }+ @8 fHow you tried to set them free,
5 _3 U" C# s8 H9 BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& |/ u5 V$ ^, A6 x [* SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( Z5 _3 J/ D2 x5 B% {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- A# a% @$ L4 YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 Q1 R' R; k" X- OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # f- O+ Z) p, E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 [" B/ C6 M" n3 {# }0 N# @7 g* I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ o# R' N; |1 p; }. Z: f
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ o6 K# w4 p7 f. c( x7 G( ?+ bBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! h, c/ p0 w \. }: N) H7 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% Y0 ~) x7 K. J) w8 y3 m8 n" aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' C: G" O/ c* k& e( xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 F4 k- t0 C; e/ b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 s B, Q t; Q: ~
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 b( \/ p2 z0 mHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 [* O# l2 Q% K% H$ F' eHow you tried to set them free,
- `" L- `2 N L9 e \( [They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 t8 Y3 k$ F" H# ~+ nPerhaps they never will. |
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