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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
}- I1 N+ W* |! x/ hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 A) ?. D6 A7 Z, O+ }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 {$ P7 I; @/ W7 {$ a5 Q) h- V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) R# w) C! ^$ S+ mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 \* D) q) X$ U( L$ o/ C3 F2 |How you suffered for you sanity, 2 ], y8 r* h! K! b
How you tried to set them free, $ x3 H& K5 K9 u4 r0 |0 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 f6 C& n" h- K- ~9 N8 V% v% q* x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 I9 T6 x5 n" @$ r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / G/ [/ ~/ p6 B% q8 h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ x6 K7 m' C4 l& L8 EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! d9 A+ J8 M0 ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( v& J% Y( R! `: ]6 _$ k! dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( c$ X6 X% y- t1 {6 g# U* e+ LYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 H1 T8 v `2 j1 M) ~ pBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) `6 a5 ^" J, FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" s& k; s" ~: i) E. xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, q h1 U8 c/ g, Y7 e7 O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & P9 x' }9 B, {$ v# G3 {+ E% p2 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 u" F8 l- |, c% ?
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,
! H/ A9 f0 c; [7 }How you suffered for you sanity,% W# X% b; {0 L, ]' u9 G
How you tried to set them free, 1 n3 A' @/ U* s( B* y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: [9 v) k! X( g nPerhaps they never will. |
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