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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " h) m5 I( D/ P( o! U$ _% Z# L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& ~! G& _; N# D4 PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 d( b" ~9 q' j# m& V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . `5 i6 l' R1 o1 o5 f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
m5 k |0 k( T( K8 j0 [How you suffered for you sanity, 5 w, R7 c# O0 Y9 i/ M) W
How you tried to set them free,
) \( `8 t9 |# P0 }3 v. |1 q+ uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * P4 C' {: _' c* C2 q" A& b8 m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 v! x$ f ?! C2 M. R2 U/ N9 W7 aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' @- i. X- }/ h# Z) x6 m+ U' y7 a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 M9 b5 b+ q7 d8 M: s
Weathered 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, 5 v* m% _: [+ O" i( d. R( `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 Z, w+ @( s% K) e9 a+ z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 X/ b1 |, e @: S6 Y9 S
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 x! ]% c$ d- f" z2 S* ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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r% `, M( u- r3 \: ]) z% M9 `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " g7 T3 |0 n% D9 }" `3 Q% O6 W' N }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 S5 E4 b1 n1 d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + Q( h# X+ ^& O; v7 y9 z: F5 B( {
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,
/ p1 B3 |& c, Y5 J" XHow you suffered for you sanity,
& A6 j' L& K _' w1 |3 P/ G1 v$ zHow you tried to set them free, 1 q8 J9 ?, Z6 x3 c& F ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 l# Q- Y+ p7 j) D7 T5 v
Perhaps they never will. |
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