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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 P; l3 Y2 |7 S# `" y) yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # S& t% W) g. L! c' P- y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 s! p/ X& n( i# V* c% E N. U8 BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# u0 e$ g8 R( x' B5 m G: }2 rNow I understand what you tried to say to me," h+ P! d% F! N3 O0 A
How you suffered for you sanity,
' d, }/ Y, n& O+ w x3 j3 NHow you tried to set them free,
# {5 ]6 z9 I7 Y4 `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. K9 n! I4 O% W' _: U+ i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & r' J* l7 X: o, z, m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + J8 f; H1 i: R: r" I3 J; ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 r/ ` u; v ~4 Z0 O( S( l+ S& DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " z% E8 D2 r9 c. R$ u$ k
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! _$ j- \) E8 y) R+ n& C) s2 i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( x ?! k' b+ d4 l% Z5 B4 n1 ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 i# q3 J1 e6 l8 f# v% n$ W2 U8 P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# v& L3 J7 p, } T' S, sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ F# S5 X, H7 J; w& E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 @0 d6 e0 d* n9 Z) Z# G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, O/ K" }. X0 \2 l2 vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 B, B9 P( B( X1 y8 W2 p3 S" B4 ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # u7 I( O# ^5 x8 `9 {( V, @
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 v t ?/ A0 g! I$ }! z2 k: B; DHow you tried to set them free,
: i% j0 x' O5 F4 u0 N9 RThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! z3 |! V) [, tPerhaps they never will. |
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