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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 n8 M2 ?6 S8 b. t+ P* _. ]) `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" D5 y1 _5 J. mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 n9 {: ~' s! D) D% T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; \0 P' K, ]: |* t% m9 q8 e0 ~8 yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( H8 H# M' P/ @8 H. m Q- c
How you suffered for you sanity,
) f" V5 W& E. T7 E- I8 gHow you tried to set them free, , L# a+ O3 P5 v9 ?6 U3 G- M% I: u: V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' i! M r Q: |& l4 K4 v' LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ t# X, e4 O5 f4 PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * e# E( p0 `. D$ h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 j; c6 z1 R- o. iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# T% ^8 ]) [& A% F6 tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( A. ^5 S% Y& A4 ?' gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 L2 A7 f1 `# e; N: ]You took your life as lovers ofter do, / j1 h( r8 f2 i
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ z9 F# J1 b3 D* ?9 w6 HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( C E$ o1 s' V8 a/ |
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 i+ }3 W( }8 Q! C0 M2 h& hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 w% N+ Z8 A. \: wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 o% y) m( r5 R6 x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" v2 U3 x/ c- \* F+ mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 L, ^2 e5 o+ o% s! J/ oHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 ]6 I: B, G) Y& t9 X1 I8 `& _How you tried to set them free, $ |' \# G7 ~. D+ X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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