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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 s( e3 r1 t% \) y! Y! y; LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . m/ U1 H5 \+ `1 X5 v$ S! i/ s* I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 d J# A. T7 M$ ]+ C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: W/ u- ? \8 N( DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& U; K1 F$ z K) D5 V
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 g- _; S8 i2 q% D) v: _How you tried to set them free, % f0 ?, y" O* U5 `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % U, a: V- I2 P2 x- t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & e- P7 m6 [/ E9 G/ O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 w7 {% s D* ~- R* a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 |* B Q& p, ]. z3 r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 T5 k( y% {1 l- OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" I; i$ X2 I4 Z0 v2 eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ X* @, \) P7 [4 q& N" q% D9 WYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* x) S1 `1 w# R/ } k- J: iBut I could have told you, Vincent, Z" H' q5 F; ?" G% p; ^* p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, X5 P- Q& ~2 V* x# u/ W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) u1 D* j. U: c' Z/ [8 ^( d+ h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * }: \1 i, X5 |7 F' C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ I& B5 p1 n, b4 v3 M
How you suffered for you sanity, _0 M o( T. ^+ w" [
How you tried to set them free, ( u, f# p" \7 I k' ^9 \; A
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ B6 j7 s6 W5 E
Perhaps they never will. |
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