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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
n0 Y$ ` P: G9 [1 g1 _! RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) Q9 W4 a: O, @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 p! T8 r5 ]+ f8 \* e; _) U* J( sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% n' T G3 S/ f* VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ y( g# j" N4 h. O$ \
How you suffered for you sanity, z* G! d. [( G2 @! {
How you tried to set them free, ( \; r2 ?6 g4 f! E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, u' E+ S) j. y8 ~& NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , ]9 T1 ^7 G9 X) t% q, W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( u- _/ q* K8 {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* R0 f) m! B/ k- k9 DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) D. i- l" a6 b% S5 B1 j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! [- P5 g$ e0 B& ^* \; fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 |, m2 s% \9 I: D3 `2 aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! c! P8 c! j' U' r3 f7 E; j; U
But I could have told you, Vincent, * X3 x+ S$ U: H1 v2 O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 t' S, r! H4 d: G& i
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : ?; \ Z& l9 ]5 I3 V$ R. z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 G. M+ P% a; sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 t% U( ?) L2 T& W, {7 Q: wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# T8 y, a0 Y. Y( r8 WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" W. n5 M/ n, F6 O: c' P8 yHow you suffered for you sanity,% S% d7 {( \! c4 G/ U& F
How you tried to set them free, 7 i: |& X! _1 ^0 o: }. h- }# o3 q7 ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, . ^0 C2 u' F% p
Perhaps they never will. |
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