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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& X9 [ ~# q4 l5 N9 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : m+ K) p. N( m9 U: R& W! q- H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& ~' w) f; e6 @9 t/ BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 |% G* i9 @" i2 W0 \! {- j: h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 H" I. c# z; p1 s. K6 u
How you suffered for you sanity, ; s) b; H4 b+ d6 N8 x; [
How you tried to set them free,
8 e+ P7 B: \- l- NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( n% V8 G3 o6 B0 ]- e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 Q4 O3 F! J, c, ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 Y; H/ G! O* j$ ^7 w- ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% @0 g/ z* [# \6 a6 r) cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 j% ?# n2 L- H* Q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 D- O9 `5 |" m# c' A0 X! J* p+ W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. h$ B N9 G' a2 f0 OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 ^+ T8 `. `) D8 kBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) }, E2 g6 p! ^' A c+ CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ i7 s/ e0 t( r' o& K) a2 g% qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ W+ x, D: x: j. F+ yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. M: Y1 R- M" |, f- r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# d) P- ?2 O( p n- Z' ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 q- C9 a1 g$ [0 W+ ?9 k6 _! M! dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% d) d# }( \ A" @6 tHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ x6 _ m# T9 b) i5 F4 jHow you tried to set them free,
9 h& h; {9 `0 P- x& ]. bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' _+ ?$ J' Q% C3 u- lPerhaps they never will. |
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