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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 w% r) A, f" M" YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* K, a/ l f+ H/ uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 b8 ^6 c1 w1 R/ t2 f8 y# dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: L y- T+ ?1 E) ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( d9 X3 J2 t8 L$ OHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 `& B- E! x3 P: A1 D5 ~
How you tried to set them free, ; L! Y( k" n" }% W; j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 G) `% X! m) L/ l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% ^3 t* r. O1 B$ |6 FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 `( x2 R; M& K* TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( W& x6 q# a5 N. IWeathered 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,
4 Q i4 \1 }" H* lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * ?5 c* m( B- Q2 E5 J, Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 v0 Z R% C- d$ r& q+ Q% aBut I could have told you, Vincent, % \* {& m! p$ A( ]2 R9 ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- e9 Z8 U' W! J; [5 r( V* ]& fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " a- I9 g! y' i5 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' ]' f1 U' B7 c( A5 k+ j# E& dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# O- v. H: C% n2 CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 T) ?" _. e8 y1 ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 e$ w0 `. R: z( j/ i; tHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 f1 k; Z( C$ \/ b- u+ I, [0 NHow you tried to set them free, " S3 y6 e( s; c( h/ g
They would not listen they're not listening still, * v& |- [' \- D) \
Perhaps they never will. |
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