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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( T7 W; G$ \, I8 ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( L8 b G: o; ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 l2 L! U& `- l! P/ l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - Q: f2 F2 T: \/ b2 U; S2 _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% j( q( ~! D; `
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 ~1 b3 F5 }6 a* ^
How you tried to set them free, 9 u% }) W5 w4 [1 i+ I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . P* a# W( j: v$ t4 S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 g; _7 X9 @0 P/ u1 MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' f; K L% q( |1 Q' ~( M- I0 c! PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) K1 I4 y, p* J4 r4 J: z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, F! z H6 w; ?6 t1 B* RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : q, X0 @$ W/ W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! K0 @8 n i! `+ ^ D! _You took your life as lovers ofter do, , c6 \ p @9 g: {0 x4 @ r0 F5 k. Y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' W7 k/ m: x' l# U& ?4 i$ Y& J1 C* GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
@% M8 k9 Q) g5 l+ O0 M# Q, eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* ~* u- f0 m6 l0 A7 h- @& CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ }% c- h; f4 P& Y( @4 M7 t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 W6 P t# ~! S1 b7 W
; l. j: K; t4 E* u, G- {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , c$ L, ]" g1 R5 S$ _
How you suffered for you sanity,8 u. x& X1 m" N+ E% P5 v
How you tried to set them free, % @" e3 b5 X! s5 d
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& D+ n5 R! |! V4 w X# XPerhaps they never will. |
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