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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( X& J$ a9 \" j4 e* }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' b' K. s; K$ C2 y6 c$ a( h \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% _; p u! k5 b6 g5 }5 k5 BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' L1 e) F0 f' }7 H$ f2 w: VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, H7 d1 \ H2 v0 S1 g1 h* p( I. i: k/ WHow you suffered for you sanity,
" C& ~& z9 S! v# h' N3 t7 OHow you tried to set them free,
! y1 `. p6 ]& o" Z0 p, `- b9 F/ KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ G* C; Z" Q* B3 R+ OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " |8 L4 A+ ~1 u) H5 x! }. {. w9 y" @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; K/ n" h* [9 O4 E" HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 _4 Y, O5 D! [0 D. m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ~ ~2 G. L4 e7 k
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# F5 H: w6 |1 s- E0 }1 TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% N3 M5 }4 M* c5 P4 o) qYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. P& `1 z" v( Y9 ~( ZBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* i! e* V. D' w- u8 _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : c6 r; l+ i: K# J, b5 u6 _0 P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 k5 u; f. W1 a3 \1 l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) H4 u! D7 V0 u" o& J. L5 O! e% NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * i8 o' G' r, e1 }
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 i0 W+ p- b. B9 r' s @- eHow you suffered for you sanity,8 m' R0 V; s) \# j. B
How you tried to set them free, ) F! W/ \" C0 C. [3 p) I' J
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: S B! g- u( p/ pPerhaps they never will. |
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