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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 N4 H4 ~: E% t1 ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 A: a5 G# l- w+ e! X$ Z2 r8 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# ~4 \9 p: i8 ^) }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * \) G7 Q+ n8 v' u. L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! _# n q1 I7 |) CHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 i2 d: _* L5 i- o
How you tried to set them free, ! p: O; f2 y, k/ a: q6 R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 v" ?" F1 \ ~! J( ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 j& ^- u4 |6 @2 w' Y7 d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ ]7 z. J; {& F- r- yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% e2 f+ A! T6 h6 }( l- TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 Z! @) n* G7 Q L# W' WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( r! P+ |8 S! l! v0 |: ~' b$ RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ O: ^5 r2 `. c6 [' \
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % H1 H; ^$ ^1 H |) }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' D* m' o6 Z l; ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 E: A% G' W6 F$ XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ N) Z. \; P; W8 hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * e1 b4 W8 M& [& U7 d1 P1 ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & T3 S5 `6 _# h: t7 R4 F3 e6 Z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# I* N8 \1 ^+ f3 @How you suffered for you sanity,
2 D, o! C0 d' i: cHow you tried to set them free,
# v# b+ Y; C# @ C% k7 AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; N/ i% a8 {" i' _( _9 N$ HPerhaps they never will. |
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