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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; n0 G* }2 D: k* ^: r9 ], V# K- T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 k V" O1 V4 ~$ _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 t; X; R2 u$ f/ P7 Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 w' |' T7 \* o2 R7 s0 |. X' H2 Y+ J6 ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 s/ b4 F% p% ]" @How you suffered for you sanity, : Z+ E" c0 _- h( R! d
How you tried to set them free,
( j: {1 x/ M8 b' g4 e" M+ QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* u$ N( G/ z- R3 E' a" bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
M# K' W- t" Z: M' ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' }8 g$ w+ v1 s4 Y* QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 I; Y/ F2 ^ k1 Y9 P4 l/ K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / B- i+ _+ q# Q9 T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 |* J' d/ \6 Y6 P' Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 P/ N' x [$ O& ?: {4 ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, # a8 B6 {* u3 l! m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 T* w1 T/ X+ w, v. t2 S( VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 z# {+ H" z1 _ S5 `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; U& l5 _; m, b) V8 u% } y7 C, WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 H6 [) K0 ]# |; W3 u: ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - g0 Q( c$ |" Z9 Q3 X: q' A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 H! q- ?% ^7 I( @6 oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , i4 U$ {+ I1 F1 \) q8 T6 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,! A5 e! Z+ L, g @+ c$ r2 |
How you tried to set them free, & A' a+ S& P1 d% V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 `) [3 B. K, L, ^8 HPerhaps they never will. |
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