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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 U+ s- q z% Y& _/ qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' x3 \8 \+ |- e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," C- c' K" }& G- K# V6 ~% {" c `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 C3 S0 O8 |- Z8 N/ c4 D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 `' W e4 ~( S2 W
How you suffered for you sanity,
& a' s+ ` O8 u# D `% bHow you tried to set them free, % o4 _' \+ H" d6 e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 N- m- N# ]" T* D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 M4 k* h6 M- D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, }3 w1 Y& f$ YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& U1 `& s8 a1 `. VWeathered 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, 7 I% Y5 a( R8 G+ q$ U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" n3 s2 L% I- _! k8 r& `6 @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ T6 X; B/ P0 ~1 s1 ~; }But I could have told you, Vincent, - [+ M3 E* R& U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" f( }. i, g2 r8 ^. Q7 |( M0 pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 I; |9 f) N. u+ a( a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & n7 S. z/ B" V. F! I2 o0 c Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 B# Z9 {, o' C" [* a& S* M3 Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% [' t' F$ r. H: j( _7 [: n0 C" ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ z+ C* e' ]$ l' r6 F% g
How you suffered for you sanity,; B* C6 b7 _: ^7 W
How you tried to set them free,
- V% p- Z$ ?: [4 F0 y6 T; ^" d8 y4 y3 |They would not listen they're not listening still,
. W; Y' a! u* ^1 d+ t% C6 LPerhaps they never will. |
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