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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ V: z; C s. p1 U( o$ g3 B) m- r' PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 F' E) U2 w9 H! r+ l1 J2 S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) V0 ^& `4 W; KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. X* g& _. @4 K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 Y$ Y8 i5 L% K6 nHow you suffered for you sanity, ( Q1 b5 k+ K& g( w; ~7 H, W7 }9 w
How you tried to set them free,
+ `9 V. e0 s. h$ uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( j" n% B/ A0 z5 R# j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. [$ h. \1 g( C- BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 M) L7 a$ _' r, l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. c5 U* |$ P) |# f& J. u( O+ SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 u( G+ r* J; D2 e8 m6 `- c" F
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# W, {- @: v: ^! Q; wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , _6 N# f" R) ~( i& m4 H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 C7 l3 A0 I8 J0 h
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( J$ ?2 D7 q8 P2 bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; t" ]/ E0 Z9 r) r5 ~6 k& n @8 }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% y( h$ A- g3 FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 y0 D; ~" A }. j, Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 W4 ]! h* \$ f( ?, \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , E9 R. |4 F( V' R4 E+ p
How you suffered for you sanity,6 j# f. ]+ h9 D1 M
How you tried to set them free,
- A3 I/ A* Q0 U5 U. EThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& z8 o( I4 x, M% k$ rPerhaps they never will. |
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