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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
E$ I+ m" @+ P' g# e$ XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 W5 I- m% H" f' _" _0 T) F) Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ o! U7 E) d& c# X+ Y% w( p- i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 k& k7 n% |4 u" ?1 _$ \+ H# z9 O" `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, n9 Z' G. `% `* r# lHow you suffered for you sanity,
. Z8 C( S/ {7 x5 AHow you tried to set them free, 3 u" A7 N& K& _1 J* Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * b) E$ _4 @8 K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 w9 f5 S6 ]# {, R9 bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 X( O2 Q( Q2 A- u8 E, fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 |& o' |5 l3 cWeathered 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, 7 _( Z8 Y: E: ~; n9 j R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' m6 U) |$ m' U% k+ U2 W! ]" a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : a! R- z' z7 |! E; ~; k
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 ?' V4 ^. I4 V5 C. a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 z! |" E: r( XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 M# @- [2 S7 i/ p+ nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 ]) K( [8 S; W! \: OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( {$ p( ?& J( ?+ D% ^4 FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - ^+ W; @3 k4 k" j( b& T
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / c4 m5 m" {7 P* @
How you suffered for you sanity,0 T5 Z% t' t; x5 E& T7 ~
How you tried to set them free,
$ X& v4 ^1 I, Q, I3 G8 `They would not listen they're not listening still,
" \ u' \/ o" s6 l$ ^2 v- kPerhaps they never will. |
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