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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ i. y9 e$ ^) x* }. MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# b" L% f0 _0 x7 `& CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, B X$ [7 ~8 k" R, s$ |" w; I" CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; ]& R- }5 X, X4 t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) [( x; H3 a% M0 o6 H
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 [8 ?- {7 u! K! i+ z8 N: xHow you tried to set them free,
+ `& m, @& A( l, GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + @9 Z( A4 Z( u3 L8 L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( M |+ a0 d2 T o+ C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
L6 E0 U2 j4 L. N9 W2 R4 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; ]/ @0 W: ~2 P2 T8 e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 t& p& M. k7 m
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 w# E( @4 N, y$ d1 yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 y) M& X& Y$ `8 q3 q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; ]' J' @! ^" B' n! h+ ]* O
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 N% J* P0 N- \$ h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + R. R/ t' b- Y' y, V. e& O- o/ N' |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" r! |6 |& N7 G6 t5 aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* z$ t6 A! F& n- H' F) X4 R. }" [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,
% m( k0 w! q. s2 w# S, v7 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 I; j0 ]) C3 }) s0 T8 E9 eHow you tried to set them free, / Y% ?! v# t+ ^( S: |
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 i& ]/ D3 O5 Z0 I: p- SPerhaps they never will. |
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