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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) y6 ~+ t) ]* N+ c4 c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& e6 R% {% w$ ?3 z$ E: a) u' hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) | j- t& O0 `0 d, @( O' ?# L% R- ]- k! TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 o5 R, e0 n7 V. w( b8 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# b% j; Q8 R# l7 O L/ t0 |: IHow you suffered for you sanity,
. B- E+ y3 f, G6 `* U# lHow you tried to set them free,
- F' ^- z. o9 s2 U) HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- ? V+ i/ B: o3 x6 K; ^. B& cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 |1 G$ A$ h8 M1 d0 B& E. t. _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 u, r- T: }" |! m" l, q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. E! Z- Z7 T1 l: a, w7 Q1 lWeathered 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, ' r1 J" A( y* G$ {/ @% f4 r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 [9 h; `' G( e# q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: ^9 w" z) R7 [But I could have told you, Vincent,
' Z& R" ?: ~* `' N+ f: p: fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 ^. h% [8 f! j* h4 g( AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 }9 `4 |: p/ G8 H5 b% S: t( LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& G3 f; t% I4 r, \ S2 k; @/ `2 CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & O/ ~/ O& s r$ v1 t4 S& F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( T2 Z# \& j/ ]+ ? u9 I% r
/ F0 Q6 t/ E% W6 `! ]8 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , j; U1 M4 T& W% F9 e+ u! \
How you suffered for you sanity,! x$ l" N* F( z2 c% H# h
How you tried to set them free, 0 e0 p$ _8 e% n0 E4 E' I
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 n# u- d* q# b8 o! ], }
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