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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 u' o3 v: M' l6 v7 e3 @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( v# x, V( R9 R) DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) M+ L+ S$ C- ~' ]: Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( g' u+ ~; A$ ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,. v' s, a) E/ I1 {9 t# q
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 O+ f: W2 j5 s, J9 Z4 T! a" a
How you tried to set them free,
2 t7 U* w5 K) k! M3 D$ pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 L' N8 d& Z y7 Y7 @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ x) m# {" _1 P9 JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 ?& u& @. f' K8 @3 [' R3 IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 B, N% Q; Z2 S% L d- A0 Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 Q# O2 G' p: b! r- J" q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 ]0 r( H6 L2 Z' Y, b- n" E1 m" G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 k' [0 |& x9 C: t7 j# r$ EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& t6 y7 c0 H& b- A5 n" eBut I could have told you, Vincent, * D% r1 Q3 G) [6 L- p# C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 i" v" y8 _$ n+ y% IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 N, I6 `6 M" F, @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ ~" b9 S L/ L8 M3 h9 bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ t+ W$ T/ _+ V" L3 Y- t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# |$ H, I& G7 s# m9 iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 H2 x+ p% E# F- ?2 \. o) h; f
How you suffered for you sanity,% n, F2 c+ E" P8 G; p$ Z5 h5 S" Y
How you tried to set them free, & |+ L1 l- ^: O* j
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 G2 h( B+ ~0 y( m
Perhaps they never will. |
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