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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) L+ o- S+ Z! L( ?* |: TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ p2 k9 T, w( _5 n' P1 q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ S4 C g5 [% |% k$ @' P0 l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 {8 {& j8 m0 [6 U/ x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, l" ^1 L7 `6 ?9 S" \, l) R( u8 W
How you suffered for you sanity,
, h8 |5 \9 h' h& ^How you tried to set them free,
1 V0 [# A, q. O( zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / i8 t: E. ]% \3 I1 a* ^6 x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" ?: i; ?* y' ~7 RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & g5 i1 d; ]& U! _0 k, Z2 T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' p! \+ V) ]" m2 }
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,
' p! ^/ \! ~* @" V) dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) i% B+ W2 [# C7 o1 J! GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) o3 H& m9 Q& w% z7 `
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 |8 K2 n. S4 q ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 ]7 Q7 `" A$ [' R! @) y% j0 X8 \! qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' n1 v- U2 p/ a+ X2 ^. d9 P4 w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* Q7 Q* f! @1 y% a7 Y' w5 n+ kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 Z$ Z3 E$ }+ y% m( t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % H0 [; l# Q- C" `
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; F" ^4 u& H; G7 P2 { g- Y/ ^, gHow you suffered for you sanity,/ j) x j9 S1 i: }
How you tried to set them free, 4 o7 q& q M5 o
They would not listen they're not listening still, , |0 W4 w( ^2 x' X
Perhaps they never will. |
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