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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& [ B9 R4 m- ~0 q) w# N, o9 d2 h5 \, ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; j) e( N4 e: W" g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 J( X, S+ Z. q/ ? v" e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ b# z+ u9 Z8 J: `7 k! K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 q7 h/ s8 g0 ^& M, Y# gHow you suffered for you sanity,
% N' t" W5 S5 V0 P/ S1 f2 hHow you tried to set them free, / Q+ y( B& u6 d" s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 F8 ?& H s$ F) w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # K) l9 ?) h5 | j2 t7 n3 a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + M0 E, Y( ~% d0 H% F1 o! E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ D% x% P& }0 M$ Q9 }! A& dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ ?9 ]) d5 j4 NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; Q3 G" h9 p! q/ N6 DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 ?. M; q3 J9 ~( LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - B9 `& g4 R4 q2 D) k
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 g8 w% I2 _( E7 P+ M* C, v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 V" v' d. g% |$ o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) w+ Q, S/ h* J9 F' `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( H9 `7 F8 ?; @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ \9 x: U& j; E( ]) W7 `
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 ~( u+ }/ K, T2 FHow you suffered for you sanity,7 Z9 _0 k; ~+ @- n( f
How you tried to set them free, + |% ?8 P0 ]! }( a: q. x8 ]
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 \$ U7 ?( N) Z5 c2 YPerhaps they never will. |
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