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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' @" Z" l) }$ s" h2 d, KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! d: w, |* b2 W) V0 j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* R; [+ p8 u+ D8 RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 v" @) c7 G# Z7 j; Z8 SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, ^7 K" l! s( ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
% Z7 c9 c# Y& zHow you tried to set them free, 7 k/ K$ Q! P" f+ U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; j/ ~# [3 V3 i- Y4 h* S0 i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; q3 ]. }2 p4 }2 r$ Y4 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 [& |- I$ O7 `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) W2 m3 W7 F# u; n5 f/ V2 ^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, 6 g4 r' S/ v- y9 O7 U0 T& d1 _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 H' b; }* Z1 p! q$ l/ n5 @; mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) M4 M0 |' e4 Q: J" x) D% o& C) l( NBut I could have told you, Vincent, / S" b" b% W2 v b) W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: F5 T( L, |) gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) ~8 ~: ^! c6 }- T$ JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% Q$ x5 L: p2 k/ g4 L6 Z6 f: n* LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 F6 k+ _& \. V8 XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 {* j( c. p) v5 T- JHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 H R# O& |0 X/ I! y) E h: `4 D7 gHow you tried to set them free,
. ~/ K- O- D' _( W4 Y$ ?% GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% \2 o: u: B! O9 ?# [3 zPerhaps they never will. |
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