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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 C8 D4 ?* I1 e* M. `5 ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' z p+ u8 w4 _/ H7 }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) f2 x/ x# y+ V+ Q A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " q1 K* K8 ^( d5 f7 G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 v5 `4 d+ L: C# F/ f% F
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 ]2 D1 ~6 G* B+ c1 }. L
How you tried to set them free, 9 Q6 ?) H& J. u% W3 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. S# k1 O% o. T% R# f/ @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . ~$ N( C6 f3 j9 h4 o. d" h7 n# V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * L. w% ^+ o4 J# q F* N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % R R$ k% U( u6 s, m+ 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,
* j% j& s3 V0 g8 h9 ]. J$ y1 wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" w& x t" \% ~4 P+ WYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' w" t* @, L- hBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 O H' I4 E& A1 X' f; z- N: R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# W) s! }6 q6 S1 S. wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- {9 p6 Z* ]: a2 kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . B( ?% E" i: U e, X p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ ]2 ^) z, N& @, O* b1 b3 v9 w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . z* o3 |7 E6 O2 k3 E
$ }6 z! M* e: a, K$ yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 M, |. O& s; C9 U* t# \" M( w kHow you suffered for you sanity," K2 |% M% K3 V: ^( a# g
How you tried to set them free,
# W" ^( e$ }* h+ r& hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* s! ?0 L5 D' r) X) E% hPerhaps they never will. |
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