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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( X8 i& b/ d; c- K# X/ qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( {/ O6 n" {: \' Y! n R- {- t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," W. f+ D& a9 I# m& l2 s) _- N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " w( b5 h( `- T# z5 u. b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 P$ o' k9 t% z" V" wHow you suffered for you sanity, / a# e9 U3 C4 v; d+ M/ s. L- f' y
How you tried to set them free, 5 B4 s3 A) I4 {+ r. w' p, D6 f0 c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
M1 c0 w. [1 G; `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& ]! `$ U K1 u$ xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
V# @' w; L! D; T: f$ [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 t3 t* c! Z$ l; h1 {9 K8 oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ N9 b, K g1 t+ S) A& C6 R% q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 s) u! b5 k! R8 J c* N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, B1 g! F9 z4 S' L( j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! G8 ~& P; q- r3 r
But I could have told you, Vincent, , |* R# U$ o' x H4 T- }" R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 Q* U7 p7 ?" f( _3 g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( ?9 }9 h8 f+ w [) R. \$ ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; b( q; g4 ? ]6 u) g& C, E! HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. B" R& N6 f [! u" ?& fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 ~& ^) v7 A4 }$ p+ s
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + z9 M# m: H3 m# u9 O4 {8 v" g
How you suffered for you sanity, |2 I, i% e! j4 e) t: l+ U
How you tried to set them free,
4 h3 p- @) I7 F, L+ ~3 ?They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 y2 O+ V9 Y* m$ j9 u3 U' n# F* \Perhaps they never will. |
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