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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) M; |4 t3 m, j7 [6 ~/ `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 q) C, P3 c& p" h3 R4 a* IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. x O2 R8 U' R$ G/ V4 i) h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 g9 [! m+ x7 dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 O& c$ x1 W! F+ z. kHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 \" M; _. A1 s- _
How you tried to set them free, 3 ^* O; V% f1 c' [) n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 G: @; l3 m6 T8 A# b$ o- u% @" @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 |' \7 l0 ?( g+ QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 r% c- {* z* ^8 z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: u, m$ V Y3 y- F+ g) Y% m. KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 f. @6 |6 Y! q- {For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, {' i) ]3 F2 }; L2 ?1 j( yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ p0 \& R( w1 v" NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ ~0 l. t @4 s. f2 oBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) Z0 D+ g4 o5 C. i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# M" B, L% H+ d3 `+ YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# @8 |" i7 L7 x9 I1 x: r. OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 X' e$ @' w. ~5 B' l: O7 lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 _. O$ x. C, Z$ l" AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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e7 L8 t( B. y, q% p+ }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 ]8 Q( }# f3 U7 j Z$ k( cHow you suffered for you sanity,
' N" Z% |2 o9 A+ d3 [0 B4 ?' D8 t tHow you tried to set them free, 9 v: ~6 b# F5 s% V1 X/ h
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 L+ M# M$ G; C. `Perhaps they never will. |
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