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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
V6 y& F$ k: ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 n6 g1 C- K. ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; G) c4 v. h6 D* \9 M6 l# G. }$ U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( h8 i$ t- c8 ~, O; K! _7 CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, @$ c/ L: {# F4 t
How you suffered for you sanity,
D% |2 l% m2 DHow you tried to set them free, / g5 ~9 ?3 F' A$ S- ~. c& }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 ]; @: L3 D" y3 d8 v8 @% ?- q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & Q2 {1 s- ]% t. M$ b$ q. ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ N- `$ V+ Z6 {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 j* q, z3 A( q7 ~0 SWeathered 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,
7 b2 a. i8 [8 s6 i& AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 V4 G7 L6 n" w' Q8 D% P
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 c3 z& o4 ^- a& @0 Q. tBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. ?! J4 y2 [3 k% t4 zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! a# i% I$ Y3 f/ j5 U ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, A& A' ~, g* W& Q% n# E4 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& l+ G* @1 _8 t) @- oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; _6 @" V# B$ |/ v. D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. D( q! ^$ P/ L8 m5 a( T
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) h/ |: B' i7 L9 _( q1 J- a" S- g& ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
! [ f" V: z; k% _7 ^! ^How you tried to set them free,
( i, \ v& Y: a: \: L+ TThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 M# |1 K( ~1 V% x8 uPerhaps they never will. |
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