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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- u4 t% u' E9 ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % ^8 S8 w- L+ g: r) O, B9 _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" S7 \4 {8 ]$ L6 [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + M- C0 e- L: \" w R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! ]$ g2 l9 a' x, F& F9 |0 a5 HHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ l7 f9 h9 E, J' y6 b. ?/ mHow you tried to set them free, " C* I; f$ ]5 I$ S' Z% S$ j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 @- X$ o; Y! C& _" T, \- K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 J k1 t. w" Y+ I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , ^9 Y- ~" e+ _! T5 U0 X1 S; ~* V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' C7 X% g4 A8 X9 ]* D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % Y2 w' v# V5 F0 m
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * q* D; C/ y) m0 M9 o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; r; V! Y- d) k' aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ d( { S# ]( |, ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 a2 D3 Q& ?! J' l, V, J" IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- `8 e6 X6 Y$ }$ G3 `" @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 k# o- }) f$ OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + V ?7 L1 s3 Y( d$ B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' F5 |0 \% V8 \" L0 I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : D& V3 |: w9 q7 |/ j
How you suffered for you sanity,% m4 ]+ ~7 v- }+ B
How you tried to set them free, V# o& @* ~3 w# \6 ^6 _
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 U. x& x: F% n/ Y1 ^1 `; ?. p
Perhaps they never will. |
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