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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; w" w, b8 ~' V0 T; y! OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' o% y$ I" ?7 o4 U( S h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* P3 O+ Q6 W. o% c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- K- u+ k: C4 V/ _; BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 K3 M$ S9 }9 X$ v A3 _. F
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 D0 F2 U; V1 `. F
How you tried to set them free, " Q( v1 {$ m: @+ o5 h$ q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' V+ i6 L/ p4 c6 w- BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - e7 v9 R. z: |; i8 I4 [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" u6 k- C; `. ]* C& |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' ~, ~: i0 d! r1 U5 N Z# KWeathered 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, / l3 a- {5 p2 e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. ?" n: e+ G) L, CYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; g/ Q/ X E$ {2 E) h4 }But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 a& `8 X7 b8 _' O6 G: M; Q/ aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) O. H2 Z: e. i! dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# [6 H5 B0 J+ ?5 [- W! |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 n/ _/ A: E" d; y8 ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; r: M6 F& x$ O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % O) Z! U# v8 ~. O( f7 f2 r) o
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 i$ j5 c; Q c' D0 e' F9 ]How you suffered for you sanity,
& D9 x K6 F B: {, ~( W. ]; E8 O" WHow you tried to set them free,
. r8 G4 a! x8 O2 [# \7 RThey would not listen they're not listening still,
y3 t9 @5 e9 t6 H! T# |Perhaps they never will. |
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