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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; ^$ O3 m9 H' r7 Y4 N. S: M" |% ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! w) J0 Y# J. r' p3 Y; MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' O) e. g& k' z( @! M4 N9 `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : e5 ]1 K' |; t9 X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* R# O+ g9 p6 J
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 L) d ?) U6 z& p {2 O4 @; B: {0 n
How you tried to set them free,
) b$ L0 ~% w' O% y2 WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , ~& ~, V9 O, e8 Z5 A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 Q$ t% W, s; x O( X$ mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 y0 a: e+ }6 a+ }& f7 o6 D$ t" s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 j$ R; m5 W' f* M9 |! b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 b8 T* ]# S# S$ Q4 I. `% wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 l' N. ~" ^6 ^( `/ G2 Q2 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 F" k+ }. Y+ l& u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. c6 z) v% t& t/ zBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 R. s4 z6 Z- l% m2 r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 b4 Z8 l( Z S) t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 n( k% [; [; v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. e" g( S V: {% x% \4 B" y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 [: m6 m! X# h# q: K# F/ rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ I S3 x+ ^# F$ p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& ?8 Y6 M. O* _& EHow you suffered for you sanity,# V4 \. ^! R0 h1 P. [# c+ J9 K' ], ?+ ^
How you tried to set them free,
: m6 q" i% [; t( Z2 a9 \3 BThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 P3 S A0 u! t' ?, ?' ?: ^( y* u# kPerhaps they never will. |
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