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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) N* _) N, n' W( ]4 ^# r2 o6 M! G0 u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - l7 O5 ?$ d1 Q+ l8 N9 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ e( w4 p6 I# oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 Z, O3 W% f+ ?8 |' Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: \1 P2 n u) wHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 M" }! I# U) h2 q. o, kHow you tried to set them free, 0 P- h2 V$ I( I) B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 G1 B9 _! r+ O1 ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 [, |1 j/ E( V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 l8 G; B/ l/ i0 _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 m7 z6 k- _2 D, f/ k/ I$ sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! m+ J& ~+ v+ G" j! I1 f. T
! j" ^3 U: } \. |8 e$ A7 iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* A0 j+ K- Q2 a% }. z7 AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 t# `( \% x$ P" `, W
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 E% c1 F3 G3 M
But I could have told you, Vincent, # Z: q# f! U/ i4 u# R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, z. O) e5 M! g0 s, U7 E7 r, z; ^7 ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# [' k, ^) G3 q7 h5 ~7 t% W0 i# i. SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 Q* O8 O, S) ^ q9 z0 P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , R" _" S8 c! Q6 y- o) [% M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ A9 N0 y' e5 |$ |4 {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 W, Z" Z4 @6 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 b: j$ _6 V6 j+ k& j N& p" DHow you tried to set them free, 0 {% y5 m. x; k9 v5 K' m/ x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
z3 A$ z2 `! |- \4 xPerhaps they never will. |
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