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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 n/ x8 V' k5 L. h" ?8 e2 D, u' lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, n2 C) H9 k$ r( k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, } D0 @; _3 B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 u/ `; b6 o- q3 oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* N- L: U- I6 h
How you suffered for you sanity, ; {! P( w$ }# I( i& |0 ^& k4 B" }
How you tried to set them free, ' s4 n# I1 L3 Q8 k7 L" B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . z/ Q! e& }& Z( ?& j4 c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! h- r; q0 [, ?) z7 F9 r# |4 v" ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 B4 M8 k) I6 P! B5 P5 o R6 x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : ]' j/ z- _8 G! p' _, j. 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,
4 a8 \( o+ X1 Z" C: J" ~- V& X! k5 IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% ^2 I" T; T# j! xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 C- m/ {9 Q, W0 |But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 o* l/ j: t7 z& ?( xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( X0 Y6 G3 W; s& B3 d2 t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 O, ]$ O) b; K9 TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 N/ R9 Q+ U; MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # G9 T/ ~% p& _! [/ j
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, . a) ^; P! G/ j, M, L% D
How you suffered for you sanity,! |, u' G/ V% ` ?$ F% F
How you tried to set them free, 4 N* s7 l7 M; B8 s( o' m3 g
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 t& s( ` g0 v3 ^Perhaps they never will. |
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