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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 [0 m) T4 {7 o' }, t8 `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) g& h9 T) Y/ WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 m) b6 `! k- I- }5 TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + e! s1 \# T8 r5 I5 {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 b3 w a9 ^0 F/ lHow you suffered for you sanity,
! c8 `" k6 I3 y+ O- n% \How you tried to set them free,
5 Z- E) @+ I! Q4 f2 F" F$ B$ E0 J# TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) X& N; n3 |: x7 n5 N# uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- L: \) M3 W, C, hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: m; Q4 C+ X" q) `* fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- s% y, L ?( Y. `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- r7 a# I. X* a) ^5 |' vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' a) T8 n7 v2 ?. o2 S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ N. y5 }5 Z& L' b) \3 GYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# v* V3 W, N5 m" P- L5 B6 u% EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ P5 d, V/ o6 R& D/ KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 H8 ^, k6 v- Z0 q3 A) n1 Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! n2 c3 u% }8 e$ U' }5 l' A$ a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 p ]& ~/ T* v% d1 Q1 JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 {9 c! x8 Y( B" U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 f( I; X# ~4 d. p) j5 OHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 ~0 ?. d# ~- S1 Q! e7 k4 a: MHow you tried to set them free, 4 X- |( ~8 Z+ z* o8 u# B1 B3 L( A
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- c7 x2 s% B$ Z, }Perhaps they never will. |
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