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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ ]: m$ { z% eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 D/ @7 E3 N* f6 |* c: }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 V2 @/ A# j [ X5 Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ X$ S3 x8 W. v% {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 S" M ]4 U' n; IHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ Y+ a5 v. H% ?9 d3 V, YHow you tried to set them free, `& r# t% i- W. z+ W; _9 ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / k- k8 S8 P4 d9 T4 ^; H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 ^+ v( H8 e' A; WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& W6 Y2 y' B% U" Q7 G/ \% tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' O" A2 \- G% s, ~' iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
P( P5 ?/ l: `6 o% T8 O3 z6 kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 q& G9 F: t; Z3 @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 @, E4 y$ x& |* n5 e" F
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! y- v- L, N5 `1 k l1 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 W6 D, G$ m: t! R7 V1 B. t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # f) R \- x/ v7 Q7 X) ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - `2 ^7 f, N, i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 ?9 e, v* N: `, |% N7 SThe 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, 8 L) Q9 b7 r+ Q- x4 i
How you suffered for you sanity,) ]: x; b, n3 `; o# z# p% v
How you tried to set them free, ! |( r r2 F4 m# Q/ y6 c
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. j4 {$ G2 X% XPerhaps they never will. |
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