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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 ]: y' j% H8 }, [7 f* }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 @% A m$ T8 I; G0 G" OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 ]$ V; |. ]5 e7 O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' ^; t$ T! e' a4 X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" h; m0 L* d) t! `. u3 JHow you suffered for you sanity, & S" Q6 N% E$ [* }
How you tried to set them free, 6 ]8 A$ Y' n; U3 r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * e8 I m6 c9 c2 H( k7 A9 C2 L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & I; B2 f; h3 h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 K* [ G5 q$ m* @5 w7 ]) G R* K9 z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , w8 s c' }# q1 V3 d9 U
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,
+ ~ v; N9 H4 n: M4 x* l+ U9 [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. D7 n; D; C0 e6 A+ mYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( Z& W; |- d% _( l# j
But I could have told you, Vincent, * @( D5 T" [0 q+ [" d& }0 Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( m) M$ B* R* `6 n8 b' Q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , E5 s8 g# Z7 Y( }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + w$ h, y1 `: H! n9 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 {1 F$ o4 [1 P5 @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 _$ h2 s6 P: J6 t9 X+ M' h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* W9 T7 x# u* U6 V% w% w( X! eHow you suffered for you sanity,7 J5 T( D$ ^. C- J; d; }3 O, B
How you tried to set them free, . d; d4 o" \7 D1 X! M9 F- a
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 E! u( y8 Z% e ^2 APerhaps they never will. |
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