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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . |5 k9 R# A" L+ ^2 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " I: e: \2 l9 }' V6 K) `6 C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 a' ~8 B% s3 M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + E+ w. g" h/ l: Q( |0 B0 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, m1 k, Y3 q/ ]6 _; A
How you suffered for you sanity,
: R/ ^ E9 M8 T" c3 \1 H- }# l8 LHow you tried to set them free, 0 t( `7 X0 D$ C% V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! e6 @+ L$ w7 P6 d2 n8 EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# }) T; M7 \; l m; _" ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - J/ a) W7 q: g. }3 d% _1 K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 [; X! e W G5 p$ h" P4 @" W
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, 4 F( P, e1 r) p$ R K) K8 c% f; j% H9 C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! r" U' f% V7 `- a: D9 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ c/ C8 |- ^" V$ q* t7 h5 V7 jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. D3 k8 s0 k# P; C3 @) b3 mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 k0 m2 z% d* l: J# H% AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : Y: p% e& K( }3 b2 s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . G0 I! O+ T0 b2 n' B* z! T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 a- S# G0 @5 g* N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 m Q: ~4 n+ J' F7 i$ }7 U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) k- ^. P3 Q' w, j' N- |How you suffered for you sanity,
2 t3 D+ x: k: u) t1 K' ~6 JHow you tried to set them free,
* _7 G7 w- Z3 g+ [, N. MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 l' @; s4 d& H( |! @( EPerhaps they never will. |
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