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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . c! A) ^( ?) Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . [( b* l2 Q8 [9 u9 H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' y1 w/ p4 I. Z/ \ f$ |" h& g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 E& Y7 L3 P1 T3 U- C X9 D0 {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, J* \9 C N1 Y+ m; g+ i# @
How you suffered for you sanity,
: G9 y1 H' Y' I, N, R# Q KHow you tried to set them free, ; H! d! i3 ^' q, t: T) W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' h2 a: z: o& d3 fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# T9 f J: L3 @# C# w; q+ n6 gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 ^: L* [& q% K0 m( `. M2 L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 t4 b! n# w3 k9 R. n; r6 s- I
Weathered 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, + m$ J# Q3 ` F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ P9 q. l& G5 b( VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 p3 w6 I/ m" p' k% r4 v$ F, y
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 A0 M& |( n: T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ]3 J8 v0 k* h3 H5 Z7 P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 I1 }3 |( D) [5 y% a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 Y' t2 c; v) A; q# z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; M7 L; I% ?7 X) x, {5 ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) g0 r5 |/ ]+ r; D. d. cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 X1 }, u/ o$ B% q9 ^2 DHow you suffered for you sanity,& S& C0 o# Y. q9 B3 w, T; j
How you tried to set them free, ! l% y6 ^& |: S% M& D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' Y2 l/ P% c: i( nPerhaps they never will. |
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