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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% b; @+ e4 z9 S; z2 ^% BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & G+ @. U9 a' t, t( i# o! d, E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: k& F M; ?; ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 @9 o3 Y; F4 g+ xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" x9 S M0 }9 R) _" _! rHow you suffered for you sanity,
" B0 ?9 c% D. ]9 _9 I$ mHow you tried to set them free,
3 M9 q9 l% @% X7 {$ QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" d' a) U% n1 t. V4 ~, @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 S. S6 n4 n' n9 [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 {+ _5 t$ U# R$ x1 m/ IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& o2 I7 U" G0 X$ dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 ~/ m* v. e6 [4 u+ WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) I0 v. ]: e! E; uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # U# ?7 F2 G0 T# q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , i9 q Y" T# m) F! C; i8 U
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) t I" F) p3 V) I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 }) T7 K% y" d% n, P( \. ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 q# w3 I1 U; P1 E8 |9 ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ A. j# V: z* @+ {2 cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 ]7 _ m1 i* X9 i- H" b$ C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% V; o5 P% g% g# R( \8 k$ R* Q) ZHow you suffered for you sanity,1 C6 @, U% l1 F# o" P; s
How you tried to set them free,
0 a9 ]( j8 _1 U9 K0 v3 zThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 V( }! t3 ~' U. [) OPerhaps they never will. |
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