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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 L B! l1 e6 s T( O+ |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
x; ^& F4 |; H- x$ F3 j' pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. P) s z4 L' q& w1 B$ jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 r; M1 G" |0 u/ h5 gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 ~) \) ?% z! nHow you suffered for you sanity, & E! z" G; w6 q8 I. G0 v5 _. Y+ U
How you tried to set them free,
$ c/ _0 l, d+ U0 H: F HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 V! @# V4 }- k" y& j+ i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + C9 x- A: v K' |, e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ Q- I' m3 P% E2 F4 X- t% u1 r! TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % s& J3 l# l) ?8 z2 f9 ~# i/ [8 M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % p# x8 c- t; z" ^
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. ^: T6 y& R/ G1 Z/ y; h1 [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 f2 Y! d) A u
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # Q# m' F4 [7 Z% J! c' f( }
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 d0 F0 \/ \ e* t3 b5 t+ I- n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& |9 D$ [ Y; i1 w0 J6 WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 l0 G- E' a: i! \5 XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - ^# r0 A; [- Y# y3 Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * h( J$ S# D- n; l' l) n0 X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( ]5 l2 t3 G/ Z$ b& ?1 {How you suffered for you sanity,
+ \ w2 [0 v8 R' N# F2 o3 U: d uHow you tried to set them free, ! ~8 j' |5 B# n7 q6 I
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 h7 l+ f! |$ C9 M, S
Perhaps they never will. |
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