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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ X4 b6 k2 W8 B3 S) } |5 D% X/ DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% t3 \7 W! Y9 |1 k- E! J- WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ M, F4 {& f/ C: A" G) e' a& Q- nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) S! l. } Q! n* b$ s. u8 n8 R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' c+ d6 x" ~6 e( x- k( RHow you suffered for you sanity, % J( b, v% k9 }5 Z* \: v* V
How you tried to set them free,
# z: N- n% f. C0 C7 ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 Q% `) a9 B5 pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : x6 B' _+ [& s1 v% t1 M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 U% y! a6 i- T5 `! y. TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - V* H6 `% F! ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& q [% K+ d% e/ V# i7 eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 H( |- \7 }* m) F" D- o1 ?- bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* F) r2 F# t3 i6 V$ [You took your life as lovers ofter do, # b" h& n) c! E0 \
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 B3 N- O/ T5 s5 E* ~0 I2 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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^9 |$ b/ g( P. M+ j4 GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 {) @% C6 d8 wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + i" M$ K$ v3 Z1 I/ Z/ B6 W o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% W, X# M: e R2 GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * ?+ O% S6 b# J' f1 |6 t3 U& @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 O2 Q4 O# U! |
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 Z7 q C; }6 @- t( p+ \3 WHow you tried to set them free, 9 }, O6 c e6 m# R/ k
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) I9 n& q$ n6 ^6 w
Perhaps they never will. |
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