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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( p. d! w5 w! Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. ?. |* P7 O/ f# p: P0 ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ h! z8 A# G! ]* |, c" K7 |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( {. S! {" U5 X% \; F: sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( {8 Y) W/ z, e6 J6 r- ?7 f+ B
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 r4 t7 Y- J! ~How you tried to set them free, 4 m/ w- A% O; J; b; C3 d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % v6 `; y: @5 z/ W% }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
L+ @. D; ? }" H c0 ~: LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) e# w3 ?1 r$ a1 p6 o, ^, r9 d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * N* ` u9 s4 L& E1 t9 K$ L4 E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% U" s' c H2 w, p* LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % _8 o6 B8 S& H& `1 {; W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 D, ?( x# x; I( jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ Z6 W0 t% p1 \9 |8 @* vBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 }$ D( {' Z% D( E" |+ O* o7 g5 x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, V Q, g [& I; Q" \- T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + n. }& X' @2 f% J% j/ y% ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' a' D. I! V: _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + ?: h4 a+ d* `
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; \; _( Z2 [, P! SHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 p- D0 N; L$ G" W0 \- nHow you tried to set them free,
$ J2 ~: o7 @0 hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. s# d: |- K! z8 JPerhaps they never will. |
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