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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 a0 W3 h# R) [% XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ~: {) b9 d0 Y- n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% C" P+ A5 u* C# J5 h9 p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 \% u& I, M0 CNow I understand what you tried to say to me," ?$ I& W/ j- ] t' q( }$ Y2 h
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 B8 X' c: ?, K/ B
How you tried to set them free, 6 [! a: ^* e Y3 j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % u* b1 r; y3 u) D: K J* E6 A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( `0 a& a. r3 a" HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 }6 J% i& b8 H' i; ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) S' h" C# p+ M4 m; ` |6 s. w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 ^: j9 c/ i9 W; q5 r
3 L# t. f# P1 U0 |3 L: f" _- pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * g8 v( x7 `0 b0 |' h$ q% K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' Z- L! R' O; m w& n& Y) x) BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 c) p) ^6 {2 B6 [7 pBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- @* P" K& V% cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % ?& ?, }; W$ O
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" P0 }4 O+ b6 h% {' r( hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 p& q, E7 L) ~- L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . `7 w4 \8 E: x1 F& H5 Y( n# ~4 Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 E' _0 t- Z3 l k4 mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. ?& ~0 K* g1 W/ f- k* ]How you suffered for you sanity,/ X/ D' y, A) K- b/ i
How you tried to set them free,
, _$ t& ~7 v H7 L9 KThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' R+ ~) @! |% C6 ^- S' S9 z8 cPerhaps they never will. |
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