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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. L2 f# H9 h3 [4 `# @' X0 ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 f3 i. F9 o5 {3 N- L) V1 @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: F7 \9 ~7 W( P- t+ I& a& GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 F0 Y& d6 p+ w! j. b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 R1 P% h4 [2 y8 G( T5 D
How you suffered for you sanity,
* i& T2 |. \" {' l8 Y$ y1 O S: ZHow you tried to set them free,
4 c }9 [' R& h; y- E! p, E$ X3 sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! g& y* d% f9 R f, E5 q7 B+ CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) R8 C! W/ v1 o5 `4 u5 WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ t2 N! q# x5 i( \. O3 S: mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % ]4 v. x# O! g. M1 w: Y6 ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- W; y9 S0 F7 @* FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( h6 Z. ?5 \5 N: }( u* P b% yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 T: a0 H7 d D+ d/ qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 t! i, F, c! c" E0 m, J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# W& G& q: E0 [ p0 vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 w) t s; V7 ^& M$ X* y' H- ]0 fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( r" S1 ]2 E4 h7 M' u2 a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 n) |' @; G: |! W- Z! g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 O! G7 n/ e- }- w7 iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % Q* @ @8 H& ?
How you suffered for you sanity,) u' P6 P) T# N2 {# h
How you tried to set them free, ! ]: d2 Z' ^5 U! t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; y. @" d1 o+ N# k' p7 a# xPerhaps they never will. |
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