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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 m! p( j0 K3 m2 c! [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% H9 |4 f4 k% ]- RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 k. c& {9 R+ S! J- hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ V ^& Z [+ C6 f6 X. ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ G( Q% i- F0 i6 f
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 b9 N, y5 ]& JHow you tried to set them free, 1 {$ d+ k+ o4 g4 ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. X9 d. s( G' ]$ e" d! ~8 _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 a% x( z% r" ?8 l1 ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ y. m. @/ K- C- M, P {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! l% r1 l1 ^7 P! Q7 vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 O7 X8 B# Q7 e, s# }For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 S( {! B; A9 ]1 E* S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + i5 y$ H" p4 V7 U5 r( w2 Q' v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. m6 R$ b0 t3 `7 J4 }But I could have told you, Vincent, . u. ]6 H* ?3 e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - c, x0 o: S1 a$ i
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; u6 D5 M! O9 f7 P4 i5 s/ {2 `2 O9 oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / v- U: a! }( e; h- D3 V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 E- a3 G- b; ^- RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . O# w* J- I! P, j, n- {& }- B L
% O) ~/ g! Y8 m# }" s8 m, DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 n( w& }0 D) J- y( E5 h" JHow you suffered for you sanity,
A7 ?: u( C7 R; ]6 bHow you tried to set them free, . Q* D. ^+ s. S- S# u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; f- |/ _' J$ B2 K1 k8 APerhaps they never will. |
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