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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 C- T( ]8 `" T8 O$ i0 kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' E0 D: t+ q5 u- O* tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, D) \+ l3 H A2 J3 e' iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) P' ~ ~( v8 S. ]: x I, R; pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
G* g* F* j4 L6 `! m8 M FHow you suffered for you sanity, ; e3 _. ?: {0 ? U! ? ?3 A
How you tried to set them free, & t; |% o- R/ N3 H" \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 }. o( _7 c" p$ G$ P. E: G6 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 @. [9 X* Y* ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + C u L9 P# _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 j; ~& N+ @6 t. u' Y8 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; {& [3 d) A8 U, e7 `% ~4 KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! W+ r. r8 q; E3 [ ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- Z, }: {7 w6 w% p& c0 iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ c X7 L0 U" G( H; @ Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 L/ W" g# Z- O/ D3 cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( f3 R, `( k5 i" {+ }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' J# e* q: T+ ]8 I2 E6 W. ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; X. j# ] x1 G- i' o6 S
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,
7 G! c8 ?/ M+ H. G! HHow you suffered for you sanity,1 A& I# R% L% n( Z. |' g0 M
How you tried to set them free, j f+ |: D' M3 L# C5 C, G
They would not listen they're not listening still, , F- \7 ~) \. k# u
Perhaps they never will. |
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