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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 r9 E q+ u* l$ ?3 J) ]; _2 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ S0 \2 v1 U8 R8 I5 m. Q0 z, |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* v: @. C* @9 j* n7 v4 \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 j; j5 y, B# I0 h: d/ dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( y' z; N' w+ dHow you suffered for you sanity, " a, \: v- A3 u2 l3 C# f
How you tried to set them free,
8 @+ A z! M- u8 _* k# h- sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 W5 z) Y* P# X' BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % T% W% O, |% r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 x8 @; w( j TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; k/ Z8 w2 g; B$ t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ U+ @/ w% v8 Q F) ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ C5 S6 m9 T4 V' |: W9 RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 @5 {* ?7 Q0 j: n" gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ Q( ]% S" h" T/ T1 r" dBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 \ X3 K2 [+ X7 k2 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " {0 p2 C& q& S
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 l9 Q0 i6 m+ h7 I- f WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! o0 `9 T$ x o1 H$ L( }% M6 ?) G0 L# XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' R e, q# w, W1 \- t- S: Q, P0 EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 e: ~+ L# I |$ }+ [, x% HHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ v J) j: Z( R; bHow you tried to set them free, : k# ?5 ^- F1 U8 w# F5 p1 a E' ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' Q+ [& Y; Z/ C s: d5 TPerhaps they never will. |
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