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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, ?% T8 f6 t" n* ?+ U; H, o3 A# ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; X H7 K2 Z% s* EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" ~% \# A/ L9 w R# i8 LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ X! ?# {6 y8 x* G. |& rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 v: p; r8 @/ g+ {How you suffered for you sanity,
6 G8 [; t F1 ~' YHow you tried to set them free, 2 d5 a0 _7 M. m9 A D6 W4 V" c' l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' L! V2 g3 f1 b0 g# F+ y" E% Q k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) w0 M" }0 c' q( ^ t0 T8 A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! `; X* K5 q# tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 K8 U ^7 C8 A* P9 U3 X
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, % }: f; ~3 F+ u4 h! Q2 D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; @0 D. `7 D. T3 `; o: Q: i
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& ^ X/ v( Q( i; T! ?$ C% L' {4 NBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 u# @1 i E' t. K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 v) h# I+ Q+ E0 ^' M& JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 v5 V4 j; B, K; I$ n; ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: w! K1 A! l# i- C" K+ i4 tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. A' I1 C- V# \- g0 w0 y6 m
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! u- j5 j X# G! Q1 IHow you suffered for you sanity,3 O8 i0 T7 o* f' [
How you tried to set them free, ) p, }+ W& e7 V. i2 w# H+ |
They would not listen they're not listening still, " A; ]6 r, K$ }' j6 P2 ]3 [ Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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