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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) u3 z7 u& y/ ?! ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" ~9 I8 g4 z$ Y# |# v* {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! H; P+ U1 L- X0 H7 k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 L$ ?7 t+ [* ]3 G1 \, FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" a7 Y$ @2 Q# U% K: n4 f! SHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 F8 _; e: g" J# O7 Z
How you tried to set them free, $ {" _5 I* U# Q. Q/ m, V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , x9 b( {8 n6 v! S. \+ j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / B* f1 Z5 u% o% J2 `3 c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; u" D: h! V3 x1 HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 m: E" x3 [ h' Y3 u+ W# I
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,
2 x! O, Z- k+ _' Y5 oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 [. |+ ?% u+ h' ]" e
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* c% i& E {9 U4 V7 e8 rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 J! Q0 F- |: X; U( S0 _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' S3 v8 c3 y' z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 w3 N O& @- D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . Z* L5 |% P3 r* F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! Y" w1 f3 q: F% J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # [" c% i! I6 K2 f; x
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 Z( ?5 z6 w3 T
How you suffered for you sanity,
, M2 ^, u& c2 b! R6 j2 v1 zHow you tried to set them free, , @2 x' H2 X5 t6 `' }6 I- Y1 p
They would not listen they're not listening still, . |) H2 x; u* k" D; _( Z. `- R1 H8 {
Perhaps they never will. |
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