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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) _$ K, V/ H; f' U% G! @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 a0 Z/ m9 v% Z/ p! TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," Y" m" Z; M. R- P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" p0 V% `+ y6 r. ^: i0 X; [) FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- U! k; R, @) N9 U, X/ V \4 LHow you suffered for you sanity, , g& s2 @, x1 e8 E0 H: {' w
How you tried to set them free,
. T5 v! v+ S- h( \6 z$ y7 j4 xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 y- S& x* ~/ U' Y$ G: u! ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, W1 k4 o v, B9 U# f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ w" w$ B l; O) N8 XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* w' i' U! C3 x" c$ o/ YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: H& j& B( x6 f( |% FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' V F: Y: W2 {$ H4 D: kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% a# j+ B' ~/ J _" L3 `' n$ ?; XYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ w7 T/ m8 g8 ^$ S- n( o4 {) W% gBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 j$ o+ }; K; o7 d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 ~ e [$ m6 T6 I* iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 E C" C8 S! C/ B, @" Q! AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 _1 ]; {+ z5 P$ m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 y% `) p2 Y( G5 m6 b
The 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,
3 b" Y8 n4 @1 S0 n% Z$ p! l, yHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 E, z- p# T( BHow you tried to set them free, 7 s" M. F5 t0 F0 y) W% ~( \
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 p7 p/ ^2 i/ ~) ]) j- [+ L) ]Perhaps they never will. |
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