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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 h+ k1 V9 T/ ?( ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& K4 j+ n, k# i' s: vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* O& ^ C1 n4 l2 x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 \. q: j/ ~' x$ Y. x* O+ o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( F0 R6 T* z1 u1 g; ^5 k
How you suffered for you sanity,
" n. O5 u* y& {4 ?$ eHow you tried to set them free,
( z/ Q: B: g4 B/ u$ ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ E$ l+ l) o" j: ?! Q/ h/ OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" ]" T& \9 p/ K* X iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: b. v) P' s( ~% A$ EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 }: J9 T1 q1 C7 j- c9 a |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 P3 ^* q* E8 [9 T8 u- \$ pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % b2 Q+ Z; q4 q: e$ a8 z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. K+ E5 ]4 u7 N7 w/ L1 e7 |You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 t5 T" w9 G/ X& A
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 h& O% q7 B) w% K( M/ c: }8 O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 R" ?) B5 a. w' {0 ^" [& U
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 g- Z2 r1 N' LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' }6 y9 l' v7 s; ~( G/ ~+ C3 m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, E3 ~# Z2 b+ L( l! w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % \* U+ l$ W6 E3 c
+ n' |! b, f/ X3 A% n) b) v& jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 H& ?( _; y4 p/ b$ I" i
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 |/ M8 _: q) b2 ]How you tried to set them free, 3 N4 a# Y& U! \& O
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ L5 J% S/ g3 X' ? }) \3 GPerhaps they never will. |
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