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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 h9 K0 |$ p+ n8 ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' v2 B" x8 r( |' N7 U* e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 w! }8 p8 y/ m& {8 D6 \$ V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 l$ A3 i7 m. y; f2 G. {4 jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; s! f% H4 K+ b: {/ f) u1 H9 DHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 f7 f# n7 b, a% \5 gHow you tried to set them free, " O: g6 U7 x# @! Q6 X+ ?$ G2 j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 v" v2 k- _, v: |& k! N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, ~: I @# _; ^; aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ i3 ^, X" H1 z# j5 d+ `0 BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 X% q+ q: Z [* D1 r0 {" `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( w7 o' P2 N0 o- G3 s5 IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % n4 F: o! T, K9 l% A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 q# ?4 p4 `# ?+ y: fYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 o! F" ]9 Q7 u- i ^But I could have told you, Vincent, ) w6 R7 { K/ R' Y& x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % C. }/ f/ n; Q! R
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 q) B* Y8 j2 z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # L0 L& O( h: j1 \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 b0 y0 q- N! n* W6 A# Y; AThe 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, Y9 M% V7 z4 ^( |
How you suffered for you sanity,8 n2 t7 Z& }; G: D- m) `8 t7 w* C
How you tried to set them free, 8 h: V p. v: E0 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 M0 q5 t. |( f% p; t+ q/ JPerhaps they never will. |
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