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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! t E1 M- @% c6 B/ d% K( I$ WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ o5 K3 Z8 R) j* ?6 [3 O8 X6 _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. L. p/ \( D% |# ]- Z0 k! A q- }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 u6 Q$ g: V; R7 s1 o5 Z/ S vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 M0 ^. o4 L( d! j" G) QHow you suffered for you sanity, * O6 ?" Y4 B% K) i
How you tried to set them free, , M0 G8 z2 ^) {- u) k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " S: K/ A8 z) f' i4 @9 x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 ^, B ?6 y* M a+ l! C _7 _3 zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 E. _ L E$ f% X: F. u* q$ F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) a+ }# ~8 ]. ?+ o& V2 n/ \' ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! @/ C- o0 k4 @* d' XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " k5 P6 _8 Y3 V6 x- H5 V- {3 A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& z, Y# S% u: |$ }4 \/ f! YYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 x0 z% s$ a" k
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% x/ @; f, U i g- u; \! eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 x/ p& B) }6 l MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% Y+ A' I& i `+ Z9 J3 ]' n- o, LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + ~" Z3 N7 Q2 _1 J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 o! J$ U4 r1 O) C) [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 o1 n( w; N; z1 `, }) Z1 ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 t7 S6 V( g/ ^$ g
How you suffered for you sanity,. V2 I3 S* y$ D' k1 {
How you tried to set them free, % k& W k5 x# K4 `# }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" Q* R$ {; {6 G1 FPerhaps they never will. |
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