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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- T( f/ m# d X* XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, v. J# ~3 I1 I# z/ _: N1 y4 s2 T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: l2 @' ]8 c; w3 @( l7 l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% r7 h2 b1 r. `' m; Q) z4 KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 X, e' ? C! n8 B
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 ^8 ^; [6 o2 }7 b: U" ~# ~2 LHow you tried to set them free, 6 l! ~# \* x1 R2 ?! B; T5 }! S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! O9 Q' i5 U# }7 rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) {5 E& f" F' z: x* BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, ]; `2 R, |9 }# GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ H( @9 M3 Q1 v0 p8 U$ oWeathered 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, $ F! {2 q' @" h4 p1 d) Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' k! v" P }) b |2 lYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 p7 g8 y- \( t* b: b- h* J0 a2 a
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 t) G( R C) p6 ^" h: S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 i: z/ e) {9 j. Y/ t- Y; t& I/ o/ `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* b3 j* l! L0 t$ c2 E* hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 F. V e, [, J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' C3 t) h# A {
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . O& |4 P3 T" y4 Z" \& s
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 W4 J* }7 f2 N- T7 lHow you tried to set them free, 2 V+ r1 \: `6 K: g
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" S h) o; T0 ^3 ?Perhaps they never will. |
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