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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 W, \9 a% |$ q7 h! C" F2 }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& H* V( K; [! \4 Q! B4 |, r8 tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) L$ K) f' w/ n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 A! o& x. _% ` |& xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' T R$ ?' z" E/ f$ t/ J3 N7 H' {
How you suffered for you sanity, : p) B+ U- M7 f# h/ G
How you tried to set them free, , f. Y& O N' g; Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 @- j+ w) q# C0 i0 u( R5 M2 Q+ i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 \. p, ]" E0 s5 X3 B, M' ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 ?# i6 E% _6 DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & {0 Q8 E! O8 H( F6 w) n6 ]& p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " e9 _. e1 G0 C4 b c: H. R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 A. U) l, e1 X2 C4 cYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 `+ v) K) e# [
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- q8 A3 ~ b" \, m5 _/ UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 O; n! B3 v0 ^" E* w
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, C3 p! g- l6 G( r5 @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 W& w k% H! d) l1 g: A' C8 m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; @# \( R% N, ^. g, ?4 C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, Y/ [3 A: H3 u
How you suffered for you sanity,8 p5 K9 n" x. V- @
How you tried to set them free,
. L4 E/ @, |& u# xThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! |! N, C# ]; {+ j x. k9 C5 x
Perhaps they never will. |
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