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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 V6 Z9 L( D. }' H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( J6 g* h& w. G0 }6 M; z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 J' q3 O: Y( ~4 N' M/ f$ QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 S& o+ t; x- X( S# j3 f# HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 n( E/ S! Z. A8 o9 V$ T6 P- C
How you suffered for you sanity, $ w9 y5 d3 l2 T6 j" X
How you tried to set them free,
9 a5 p6 R9 x, t+ Y( L. l+ @8 CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( n }8 p$ P6 e9 EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" e4 z% f! |2 f# bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , J8 O4 @( S& H- o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & I3 o4 @5 z$ ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( W" d' H$ w7 B- w/ r( h: {# G. RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, J9 }& j C" t$ U1 Y. pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" U! G7 B. D* O/ V6 u( PYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* u, E3 T' S+ z, L' q v& m; l7 UBut I could have told you, Vincent, + i! Z i9 s; Z4 \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 G, U- }: Q0 K; k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 B8 O/ Z+ u2 _* L7 E3 k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( G4 J% |5 V8 c7 \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # T. ]* } N! ~9 }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 O- }% r, E% i# X7 L. s
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' Y" T' J( b( T6 |* d9 j& F/ KHow you suffered for you sanity,: U" G" o3 I9 v) x
How you tried to set them free,
2 J* s4 T9 l) @6 \They would not listen they're not listening still,
% `( P( C1 D' B5 e% V. U* y; ~3 tPerhaps they never will. |
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