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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + O# p* K9 \8 D/ X$ S3 ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, s: i+ I3 f/ R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& ^" S( I8 o* K5 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 k! F/ E- N; P* O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% Z$ ^& s; y# s% K4 JHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 r8 @: g7 L% U* j8 |9 c$ b
How you tried to set them free, * ?2 G% B$ g6 s- o- s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
d# d; x# H0 Z: WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ n* z( {# A# @* P! o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( j1 E- f) ^2 _; \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + f6 u5 s# j* K) _: v* n G
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,
4 ]3 O. W! B; z; C; c, S) [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 g+ ]1 Y- Z! }9 Y* \6 B# F) R1 l
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& T! K- y) f, y) s8 y8 VBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) I& d4 _+ Q: Y9 j( h0 r$ iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 k/ p- ]) H0 Z0 V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # t' F7 n% n Z$ y' E+ c/ Z* g6 E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" ~4 ~. F8 T7 T: s0 l ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 H( e1 Q W4 W+ {* ^: xThe 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,
/ ?+ a4 ~. B x. a$ i% bHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 ^9 {1 h# F/ t4 n% D) L! _8 JHow you tried to set them free, : \+ n0 p3 e r0 l+ f; z% z X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 M7 d: K& i) O; u3 H6 j- I; `, |Perhaps they never will. |
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