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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- \; N' j- b* A* E. ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( m! M" y, O$ h+ |/ A4 pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ @ ^& j0 Z) c: R9 O3 ]4 A; z; B+ Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : }* W5 M2 \6 Z, E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% x% ~% ]. x; L# j1 ZHow you suffered for you sanity, ( Y: b* T1 P. E( _+ ^
How you tried to set them free,
" P8 x8 ]" S" L; Y6 K7 o% \* v& E: qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . k* H3 v, k. _0 V6 ^9 W4 C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* h! ]" b) v; |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( @ G$ s5 O) J6 q! `+ `8 @% |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 f+ q8 w7 M1 L7 ^% l2 B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , T7 L; z: Y+ e" ~# v! P# t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" _( n' E; P8 b7 {+ HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 E& j3 k2 V3 E/ n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 ~1 Z) ?8 f$ e4 R3 z/ OBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& Y U/ W- M9 N4 w4 aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 [5 a9 _, |1 S& ] \* q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 }" ~. U7 i* z: L7 k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 c0 B) v- ]: yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * R+ P% D# \9 V+ e! `
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, & @* v2 E, {% l- w: a7 [. `. Q) \
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ A: ~$ O3 e/ w! }) KHow you tried to set them free, " R2 S# R, p; J& n
They would not listen they're not listening still, + x0 A% c% |7 U3 [
Perhaps they never will. |
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