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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , ?) J1 L. c& Y% `. g+ X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 O0 \7 @7 i/ ^$ P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
?- P$ m1 i* N* TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 E5 h* E+ X& l) v4 l/ G( kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 T, @' V& Y1 a+ _3 {: @How you suffered for you sanity, + D% b' h2 i5 B; W4 X
How you tried to set them free,
! M6 a% @# i) X! U. C$ e# CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 h8 C* o' s4 p7 g1 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 O" C/ p1 }6 D6 \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* a$ g! ], `, U! C% S9 S A# o5 nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # H/ N' K4 `/ O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ ~3 t$ [0 M3 X" S( iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
_5 L6 W$ R5 z) {6 _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 S8 L; ^. h( R5 \& P
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- ^" K) _* F0 e% b; GBut I could have told you, Vincent,
l2 B3 E6 R5 _7 |) C2 J# xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . G' k! V/ u* I5 f% e2 Z; y+ {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; u9 x5 [: g" \; j5 K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! f1 j: ]7 H5 u2 W a, ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, G/ }: |& E) t o* \- L0 U: z
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, ' {- ?+ \2 i# b( \- j
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 l9 n' k+ b1 t9 ~) lHow you tried to set them free, % l0 I9 Q2 I2 @# |, _/ n. q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" o9 I3 `: D* @( S& YPerhaps they never will. |
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