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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 q5 R9 Y+ r- H& w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 @- l3 f" b+ P- D5 L2 o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 _2 ^* ~+ c( |6 {; gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - H g8 D5 J' \2 s; u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ i6 q: P" O, {0 t
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 t. ~5 I! h5 U/ C7 l
How you tried to set them free,
9 ?% }! ^+ @5 LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : J4 e- d; R/ ]& L1 B" \3 Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ P1 ]3 W9 r e" V; ^" d. ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& \* c* m# d* I# u4 {, I' V3 m# vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( s, ]) b* D0 J8 x& XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 L+ a* d" N/ n8 t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : y& z$ M. K K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 H' R4 J: n/ p/ K8 G: JYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' M9 k3 M& V* \' D- S) }4 ^) ]
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 g& i/ y4 k& X8 p4 hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " T! C# O" X% _4 {; C
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , n/ n4 z9 I, H6 w; T c2 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 u$ O0 B8 Z1 W1 G+ _: r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 k! x& P: F2 Y9 D- @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 q! r5 Y/ T& M4 N$ h, Z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 Z+ }3 M. M# Z! p5 |How you suffered for you sanity,- `" [6 w6 Y3 j
How you tried to set them free,
7 ]/ K: {% r1 CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 |4 G( B( R: V# WPerhaps they never will. |
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