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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ F4 v+ f" P4 x9 H- Q* }7 GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . B% q5 a3 M2 [" ?8 p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 n+ Q# P- X' C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / M+ q2 B7 V6 R: k/ Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 M! X/ q+ U1 t+ \, ^& b; v
How you suffered for you sanity, }2 i" W0 B/ d2 B+ Z# X, l& Z
How you tried to set them free, 0 R9 r' {2 ]4 p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; R# f" N6 [, G) H- y8 nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, S5 S: ^. e! _% W. |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ Y0 g! a0 v+ H; O: \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 B+ x" D$ m: N6 F7 s. W7 SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 j! S8 @+ S D0 WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * S m; I: K6 U; N1 g7 h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& r i+ E, B3 b a/ t# B! D8 pYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 ?! e a' R" i6 k; VBut I could have told you, Vincent, . g2 y; e2 k T2 o2 V# w+ }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; j5 k5 {3 {0 t) s9 |2 tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ l7 g9 l4 @- }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 T+ y0 U4 j0 J' Y+ C8 ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 }0 L/ l+ w; e5 m9 E" aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) z& g+ M0 z: q) l
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. h: m+ M2 z: t5 H3 ]& gHow you suffered for you sanity,* \( a* }& f' d7 |
How you tried to set them free,
3 N# t7 F+ m7 s4 d- |! `They would not listen they're not listening still, " ^' k+ T ?% M9 \6 o4 w* R/ x+ Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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