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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 ]2 r; E& b0 |0 ^0 Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 [% @: [$ @; E6 XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' k1 K6 r7 N- b5 n7 f1 l3 b: g9 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# z: T1 J% {4 ^( N# R& YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 ~/ b) q) l: p& z2 G; x- b
How you suffered for you sanity, " _9 ?! D7 r8 S+ C. i2 f* R8 ]
How you tried to set them free, 7 W9 M, C6 g( y: K- v$ k4 x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 \. M7 z) N/ l4 L2 z4 E% h3 VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ t1 h7 a) ~0 V7 K# f0 t+ U, D! tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 V8 }, A) E. \, AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 @, U% J3 t2 W/ Q$ ]1 |# V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / T3 E; c2 J; n" k! A0 h7 K- n
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 q8 x8 H6 s; d; `6 e9 W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 M5 G: e, u; I! `/ M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 Z9 I# R7 u9 j# q1 \5 v( `But I could have told you, Vincent,
: }: s& E* ~* x0 e5 [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. P$ J. y& x! \; V6 iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 B1 X9 L: w& A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 M8 x: } X9 Z t1 h, NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 ?' z( G3 l& b* D' U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " C& c; @; b7 i( `/ x
# X3 R* H" c0 g5 i9 A, nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 Z5 v" l( J! l4 w4 p- `+ sHow you suffered for you sanity,8 b) W. E3 A; P* t" i7 h
How you tried to set them free, , [; N# a6 F. T/ N5 r' {. \: n7 C2 ]7 g) y
They would not listen they're not listening still, + R* @0 {/ [0 |& \+ F J
Perhaps they never will. |
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