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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, |* i) }" O, o* |/ `: @3 QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. z5 F& \. v9 ?1 [0 o3 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; q/ A' J" }& d8 S/ t; V! I1 iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 ]4 V* u" n: Y8 C' B2 D8 F; mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 f) q! r/ Q# W h4 y0 `2 z) {How you suffered for you sanity,
- o: h* e" C( W3 SHow you tried to set them free,
! d F1 ?6 c+ a9 j u& aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % D/ I4 G# f1 a4 q$ E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, J* S( H3 X! I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; Y& r( }4 _' T) _( L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' ~% l5 K9 p% E0 ?5 U W1 IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ d+ c/ o- H6 V! \For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' z! [6 p r0 z# b5 c; X8 X1 _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / h5 N. l3 I' g2 z7 o
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ x/ E+ [4 W+ w* u/ j7 y, kBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" H3 Q: O0 ~& G' a0 v! uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 z1 y3 j% H5 h: {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . @) l; ?" D3 ?1 I+ F+ Q- @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ ]8 y) w" U+ F' ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ C1 {* S) {& F. o, x, u/ v8 \The 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,
6 P8 T/ s( A! cHow you suffered for you sanity,& ]# D8 |" g- ]& W. V
How you tried to set them free, , F- m, ^6 }+ I" `4 z7 o; C# K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: F$ w9 d) x; V7 m9 V/ ~* qPerhaps they never will. |
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