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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: w3 O+ o4 o% ~' t7 i* s$ A# fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' R* F; [# D, i" @% S+ xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ M( Q9 F8 J* F( |, z- iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; q7 F, E$ H1 m5 e' BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 f( \& l/ T. i9 g0 m
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 U( v+ f1 g( X) GHow you tried to set them free, ! v3 ]* f6 y' ?* C) `+ c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 n0 m2 `- K. i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 |) R$ X& m- u ^1 Y5 y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 {" I' d# n6 s7 D2 z, S$ }0 uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ D) l; o7 }& F* Y( {
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, - x. @! a5 P% h* O2 G6 h+ u. D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# j( I( z7 N: q- s/ D- AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ D M4 a0 L. XBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ v. X% E; ?% D6 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, U3 R3 Z3 B+ nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% V4 ~; Q& {; K; d- `' ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " x8 ]8 h4 K- F3 t7 U: Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & z8 h, U x$ z4 F8 ^1 F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 ~5 A, d; R# p3 ^6 |8 \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, o! y7 ?$ a: M! _) Z) D2 X. Y% B8 b
How you suffered for you sanity,& W. g! S) y8 u: R9 V8 W
How you tried to set them free, ' k4 H6 h' T/ f, j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, s; |1 N( Y: S2 ] m% s# `$ k6 zPerhaps they never will. |
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