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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 E" _( m! K0 rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. Y4 a9 Q( G+ ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; @, { i6 E4 Z* ^% u; f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' M' F7 O) D1 v' i5 x9 |# y7 \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( b" N& Y1 d9 ]1 z2 k2 Z: \7 u
How you suffered for you sanity,
, d: g* Y! m" h1 Y, `1 \+ aHow you tried to set them free,
n) d2 k4 [7 E; v1 G, {) A2 p, SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' O w* u M: P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 Z( {5 t/ w: C. tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 G+ x* |( C1 u' d! I( v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( V; E. B3 r0 U% e5 o4 D5 R, wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 D) g7 F, X5 r3 x3 `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' J- J, y& w8 O' X4 G1 O4 W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - l8 f/ J8 H1 A- |0 e% Y y6 Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' |4 }; b2 a* W" y5 g( ^
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) S8 \* t: u6 z: R7 hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 u. c3 x- U6 C
& @2 D2 q. K- t2 g, ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & I0 z/ k6 \, a" b6 M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + b( p: h$ z5 }. ^$ Q- x2 d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 s' g) ]: a" ]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, 7 x4 Y4 Q7 z% ~( _
How you suffered for you sanity,
* T7 j2 d+ T0 N# J8 {9 T/ ^How you tried to set them free,
$ p5 g% g' f3 e+ [' O+ c/ VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 G* X- ^/ g, w1 Y( vPerhaps they never will. |
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