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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" `" Y) y8 ?* `& yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # _/ x x" I, c5 W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 c9 X# M! `5 |3 b* P. N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 M" S, P6 Y- [% A+ m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ E% E" E) W) Q! {5 M, n
How you suffered for you sanity,
: x! j4 C- |# z# \4 O) Q% fHow you tried to set them free, ' N5 O5 P; R' E* ^5 Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 P5 z8 N' D Y* Z+ o) G, hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 W7 B) y5 Z/ y/ E$ |" USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' U6 [8 B* \, L2 u/ X$ jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 n6 f* G- ~: F9 g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, |$ `: z3 p* _/ N* LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 A: U. B9 Z# ~( {* K9 M: E( w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ U, n: v- n& L7 \) u* c! qYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 E* ]7 @) }& L; i, bBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 G- A7 B8 n% A+ _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * e- R. j9 w5 D8 }, R3 ]5 x; p
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' ^7 Z w" [# E/ z! N+ C: F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 C0 y, `1 a( b6 @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 C$ h' o, l/ X$ U( h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 R: i* I" l3 c, T4 t, [) JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% U; k3 U. D4 B) |$ U8 c+ _ HHow you suffered for you sanity,: ~4 x/ |. t' I+ F3 o6 q
How you tried to set them free, + ]' N6 m: _1 E' S6 H% D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, {7 I: S3 X7 S# bPerhaps they never will. |
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