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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , v* s+ \2 h6 m! P' Z i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 ?1 k0 R4 m6 g+ p! m. s3 J/ } `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 l: i& H5 `; x0 P& ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 `- x; m+ D+ b1 z3 ^4 ^+ c3 [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 X4 @0 ?3 I, c2 \. `5 OHow you suffered for you sanity, - B! w" L" U) r
How you tried to set them free, . H, W% W6 z3 l7 @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* d) N+ p7 ^- n; X5 R! T {+ pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 _$ I/ e3 S- N+ a4 @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 Z$ u+ P8 m& D F; j& A- j" g/ Z) a! \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & T+ E0 W( s& G
Weathered 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,
9 V1 ~) D( V9 E9 s# |7 \8 KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 x6 e X7 P1 z4 gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 g8 i' ^: {8 L4 x J3 k+ h' R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
U& i* I9 Y3 Z3 `. y% G9 zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . A2 ^2 P* l0 {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 ]3 Y$ f* t2 U' Q0 O$ N6 R- nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 b. h* b$ V% l
The 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,
, \' k: P( I- \% yHow you suffered for you sanity,% {5 N* J! t7 u* j; t7 z' ~* _) r) c
How you tried to set them free, / W, c6 W* o4 h4 q: L* | U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* K2 k+ \: w B4 x/ sPerhaps they never will. |
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