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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 Z9 P3 w X7 p# u( @! Y6 ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 A6 G& X+ ~" |, T* L: M3 jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. _5 r: R( t1 r+ S! E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: w& K( M/ v' O: D, n3 d& TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 ^4 i4 A# U' `) j$ H+ N3 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ @9 @, D7 x+ v( l* @- nHow you tried to set them free, $ O$ R6 A. r4 Y6 G0 l; E2 t3 n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 f4 z- l( ^/ e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' B0 u! O0 ]2 r: B7 M, {# Z6 a2 r8 t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 |5 h: K6 T2 K e# A% W9 f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 }7 W% @, ]% y9 GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" c# `) K8 v& R, m- ]( |% {For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ j4 ]; K2 a3 z" D! eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 \" e* ]: A [& eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( |4 g4 W6 h" g9 z6 eBut I could have told you, Vincent, : j; }* A$ y. L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 t4 K3 k: C! v. q' v7 X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 Z4 s* P( x1 a6 j: F' F u6 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 {4 Y( L" Q2 i' ^' ~5 XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' W. X) D7 p$ j. Y+ e1 O/ g8 g" Q1 uThe 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, ) f% v; {$ `9 v/ ?5 H. ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ g) G8 e1 U! {$ U+ P9 I0 t. p6 pHow you tried to set them free, 5 ~# D& |4 P4 L7 x# F
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 @3 ]8 o7 g4 A
Perhaps they never will. |
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