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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% r- P' g5 d* \, v1 d4 NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / Z& h: o1 k/ `9 A- P! I5 \4 E% x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: A- w8 ^" V* ~# N8 ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% u, b K$ R; ~! h' iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' v7 P9 I: e+ X. t$ P \! MHow you suffered for you sanity,
% q7 V9 ^8 c! S a: A6 yHow you tried to set them free,
0 R- D( j7 z6 P8 H" z% y. ~& y7 \, |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& v( @; P# q% o; k- k2 c: eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' [5 m" T4 g0 A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 @3 I$ ~4 b8 v; |! h" ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) m/ p S+ g0 ~* uWeathered 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,
$ z: Q3 v N; M# [$ p) [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) ~* `: L- o, f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . m4 z: [: O4 m. ^1 W9 L. P
But I could have told you, Vincent, % t. w A# E: l8 a: g) A6 U$ b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- J; h) ^/ k- x U1 Z( kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' k* l: @, q9 L4 lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( ~5 x: B# Y, y# E# O2 s5 ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ L8 q) \6 ?0 a3 I5 |! UThe 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,
1 _# \, N$ |7 q& vHow you suffered for you sanity," x4 g8 y) ]% S
How you tried to set them free,
7 W8 W# W8 H: G0 z! m; jThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) k+ |: n* j& @
Perhaps they never will. |
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