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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 L+ B" N# f, G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! v `' C6 J7 F+ |! K1 c4 ~5 k! o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 I0 N, P4 ~& `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* V+ q$ {$ i! E) B8 B- Z8 U( f+ UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) e7 c; Z+ f4 V
How you suffered for you sanity,
" q4 Z/ J8 S, }How you tried to set them free, 0 A3 S5 a7 j' l9 P; j& z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 q- R8 w( W: iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& w" D8 @2 D" x# G }% Z* SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 @. y. X+ K4 Z/ V5 R3 d5 IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ A/ }4 g( X+ T/ gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' k& z, Y6 i! j# q% |4 ~: O( [& GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , I6 l$ q+ F% g/ X0 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " ^( b' E( w, y# v5 a( n, \, H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , U% L7 R& Y2 f5 Y- j9 Y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ ], ^. e* Q/ S$ M2 m, W+ r& ?* JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 Z) E2 M* ^0 {. Q1 Z2 h) D* lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! v% y+ ]- K! t4 ]/ I: |% q$ B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 G0 G3 Z* t+ _" x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , f4 H1 I1 G6 P. s: r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . O1 Z8 q1 z# P! g% P1 X: \
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 F3 l* f2 o! w2 F O! X; w
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 ?0 k! t5 Y# B9 Y9 T9 Z) ]( ~How you tried to set them free,
; b3 C4 @* O" p" DThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" |* J) s' a* @& _Perhaps they never will. |
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