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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. M7 g1 z* _4 e; ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , K/ `+ P- H; ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 [" p+ W5 Y( R8 o+ e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 L, I+ g$ b+ h& ^3 G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ [+ \6 R8 `8 |7 S! I! h6 p
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 e! t+ t: I6 i5 O8 @3 b. G- y# A
How you tried to set them free, % x, G* U6 V( [, |, M- ~2 O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. U0 K$ ^5 c- K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 W, w0 r1 A) M. L# o! Y. FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 @( Y4 t# ]1 J) N5 E) }, I/ D) Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - {! @. b7 Q6 @% b" L5 a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , S- }' ^. {' p0 |5 ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( c; I0 L. h: q; w/ w2 g5 v4 W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 {2 @3 S$ K# C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ [, z7 t- M# _! y hBut I could have told you, Vincent, : X& k+ h R* H3 c9 w. {& E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: r/ E- ~6 c7 @. s9 [8 Q e* r- bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; s# q+ S/ y) H9 C9 sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + l+ U4 I; ~/ ^5 E3 K5 }& [8 r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( g' n& w6 E0 `" ?7 O$ z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 D4 X7 o& b5 o9 r& [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. T9 a+ L- n8 h' p, o5 g7 l1 C+ MHow you suffered for you sanity,1 ]: w' T# L% ?) Y" l: |/ T7 ^8 i
How you tried to set them free, 8 z) \. e5 I4 [. u/ j: f! @
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 z& n9 O7 t5 V2 `% @5 P+ ^/ U
Perhaps they never will. |
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