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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
H+ L) E( V5 w( b, ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; d! t% \1 ?' V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 V2 h& G+ v; \! L! P8 P! _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 a3 Z1 [5 p1 L2 D5 A0 }: A% u2 I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," n+ V% C! A% H! u' P5 N, E W# f5 |1 y$ _
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ J. m# M1 ~8 ~& y8 oHow you tried to set them free, . m/ C1 m3 E! _. Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. |1 b, H0 V7 T, w( O6 V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- y+ q* _; E* O6 j% aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# x7 O( R) o: ~9 `# DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( u3 S# q8 K$ sWeathered 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,
9 b9 P2 |( ^4 w6 `4 bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 [% a3 f* W" ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 I! g' o$ d: J0 X& R4 f* f" X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
`/ w" I, W1 oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: l; u1 t2 m+ S6 x' k+ _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , p9 q3 j# i% X2 Q' {+ H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. a- M8 j( D, C: b$ P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! I. \4 ~4 Q- q/ G9 R% c6 R; _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% a" \, x4 N4 o7 s4 F; J7 qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 F8 v0 |! e* X3 z% o5 U( X
How you suffered for you sanity,
; y" u ^* C n, OHow you tried to set them free,
2 _" X# ?! L: {# Q+ B/ fThey would not listen they're not listening still, * g- X+ V% c! w3 M
Perhaps they never will. |
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