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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 x8 y& i) t* p q% Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . |( T, { c2 H. z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 `/ g1 j: z4 M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 z) I! N# d' K0 m$ J% K1 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" U0 @: k, j3 ^( y: f9 PHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 ?* u6 o2 p$ M% k: t) F5 @" z' Y
How you tried to set them free,
+ l" ?" o- h( j, g3 CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 k6 m/ Q9 I6 n9 s. u8 VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# z: P# j, L! V9 F1 i. \& h* gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. Q3 V1 S# `: a% [" HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 g3 Y% j8 t7 \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ F+ z* T3 m& u. r2 W) i9 l" W* u# GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# i5 `3 Y, {$ n2 @5 g hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' ]8 Z0 |8 w" |; c7 uYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
H) \1 S1 {+ m, ] s( t8 OBut I could have told you, Vincent, , V; ~; p. j/ W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 \3 \+ c' |7 ?/ BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ p+ `% |' K# Y6 w! n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! a% h( ~9 A( l6 f) g/ \/ G7 TThe 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,
, W4 S3 e( Q" }3 kHow you suffered for you sanity,) X8 V5 S; v+ r {
How you tried to set them free,
5 |2 |, C) ~* I+ U8 DThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 e% H j! ]. `: `" e
Perhaps they never will. |
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