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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ }3 Z* i9 ]7 H' E- ~+ b* @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 i5 y$ a- u- G- `1 j% hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. j' o! s, S/ V$ V2 u4 e+ W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % K6 J( X: q8 j( r+ R- g1 h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( x7 V. S) l$ L2 ]3 L* W
How you suffered for you sanity, . y" L' u, k1 L! `9 {# T, a$ z- [
How you tried to set them free,
- D' \ z0 X4 e, oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 k* `2 o v$ D* i! L8 G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! F1 F+ f p7 |( f% ~0 kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 Q7 \2 r# J. Q! W2 j* H3 q h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: S5 d; f& l/ L+ q4 \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 A" j! K2 z$ E! N' c& j2 B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; \9 a$ ]* z4 {; @8 u5 P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# ~2 J& H+ Q* l& r% c2 zYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ x; B- M0 s K1 P, ZBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) X$ n5 F8 H1 B3 {- ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 Q) m$ u% p& M5 U0 S3 R3 }$ u! y s* hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. F; a% w" ?; l0 b; O- V' [' GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 C) g+ o& f0 h, x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 b7 `& e ^2 _, q+ i, Q4 r: a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% l, E$ }7 Z' b' O7 tHow you suffered for you sanity,1 d/ f: Z/ |% y9 p6 f q. w8 [; Y( Z
How you tried to set them free,
, [) P2 Y2 R& |8 vThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! H* M0 F" R. o. b# V
Perhaps they never will. |
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