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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; v0 J2 a" s7 q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 u5 z# l! j3 q. D0 U3 }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( D$ n+ L4 j; [2 |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ M: B+ G4 U. L, ] G; r# Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. r# ~8 y! h8 Z% [How you suffered for you sanity, 1 N; n$ y) Z" d5 X+ Z2 e, |
How you tried to set them free,
9 |, k$ {) ^% d. ]8 q/ A3 G; W5 JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % v& [, N2 A+ o! C5 B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 b1 K3 u, ]1 a) T, R5 NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - d C9 {( L2 Z3 |% R4 e r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 D. {: O5 u# H: Z% c0 GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ X& q8 K4 J Z' R' S. sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
e" b% x+ Y1 m% j9 n* |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 S, T$ Q7 l7 P+ y/ V1 R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 v% i) z; _5 J6 CBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! S4 w- Q5 D; y+ p2 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 W, D: |5 u' K8 o# V- n; P* D1 M! S( V- |& O
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! q+ R, {' V8 @7 k3 L5 hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 b$ G \: u5 w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
p. p1 a5 K# w1 uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: Z8 [; J( i+ Y% V# HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) [, f3 u3 N1 G2 x6 s- I9 N' WHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 R9 s& y0 Z* l$ f }0 {2 Z# A4 z3 QHow you tried to set them free,
7 F5 S" x* i' c nThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 H% L7 R: |+ k. g* ZPerhaps they never will. |
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