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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . e2 J0 E0 j) g- c$ n6 ~. G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " s/ k0 [0 V1 o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ ~9 J2 f! Q- u1 t x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 F( h6 f0 L1 n$ x! _: d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# r" n8 r9 ?7 {
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 [2 D! S9 o) M% a) s2 H. P9 VHow you tried to set them free, . ~1 U2 e3 p+ G1 p0 W0 t/ P3 s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & _/ Z2 y) C' W, k" |/ F0 B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 G S% I$ t& o+ _3 H* E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. o# T7 Z" L2 F; j4 ~/ nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 U& b8 ?. x, _" K9 ~8 TWeathered 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, 9 v! i7 l0 N5 x7 C, B7 B4 y+ Y$ O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * |& k, F) |6 o% k( r, ~! v
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 M% \( A3 h$ J% a! u$ I
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 A% R" b$ c9 k0 _# l+ d; p) x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 ^3 ?1 c8 V4 e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! D4 Y1 U0 _; n$ v' H& Y' ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% ~2 q! X) S" S1 pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: L6 e$ \' W" |7 \9 V* `% \5 ?5 ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + G1 c( h' \& ~' O6 @% D
How you suffered for you sanity,
! Z' X& g# ]9 W4 _How you tried to set them free,
! e- ~2 P4 g" a% @# I' oThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ ^6 |4 X2 }' a3 [2 ^" a3 ~Perhaps they never will. |
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