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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( t) `" N2 |3 f* x8 g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * h) J8 U1 l0 `! |1 ^9 T- y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 {- P( `* D8 K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* ]) s# ]: q) n. ?* }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. j; ~, }3 s- Y0 H9 R- ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 G) w& E* H8 W5 qHow you tried to set them free,
" M: r _) ~7 W4 \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 `5 H- M7 u8 K, [( _0 D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 i* w( o5 ?! ^1 J+ ]: ^3 CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% G7 u9 Q8 j) f+ f3 f9 h* x pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + t( x6 o( c7 S" z4 Q+ r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- ~& P6 \: o* d# d i: D6 N! PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ Q- K/ M$ Y0 z1 jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ n9 g6 L7 v E, _) rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 ]: o- T7 X$ t2 \' g! j2 QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: p) L0 z; \. t. m2 L eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 U& m: J7 |3 N! ~
# z/ g* i' _0 ^4 MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' i% W+ ?5 Y# y: i$ v( Q8 R0 f. R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - I! P5 J; E" C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' |" t @2 T/ L |" W2 vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 Q: E: I% S, r
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 ?& U/ N' w7 u: P Z0 EHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 Q: F4 N8 j% ^8 GHow you tried to set them free,
; E w8 K. s) ? |, `, [They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 i/ b4 e& J. l( l' J% ?Perhaps they never will. |
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