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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ \; Y9 l0 z+ i7 p {: QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 t* \4 u! a6 F2 n- W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, p0 S( t* l& ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ M5 t* J/ v2 n% E& cNow I understand what you tried to say to me," G3 U) `' e5 x! D/ a
How you suffered for you sanity, ' b/ N D$ x& W( p2 v
How you tried to set them free, 4 z8 p d& m- T% [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' v: a5 _: `' M |! m8 r4 XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# [/ S: g! T" A3 A4 ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) |0 d2 d E+ fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; `" }+ t& a9 o ^
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,
2 P: Z) Z$ N3 C/ YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 `' P6 w- X3 H C( P6 ?( K0 @2 WYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " B- ?9 ?* R) w, \$ b& R3 r
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 w5 G' B$ V U3 C9 i: ~; r" u$ zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ e3 U( d( L" a0 `+ J. [; T1 y. i1 p
4 b9 ^3 @3 a: B) }$ _- k" H3 PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) K2 J5 V. _/ P- _ p3 X! ]$ q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! N" Z, v, j0 f; a- z& M* m, YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; i3 d" F% h' t+ SThe 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, 6 S5 {1 ] K) N" [6 F5 _: c
How you suffered for you sanity,% A' c* h4 g: @
How you tried to set them free,
5 ] h" u& @. `6 i1 f1 bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: j: i% `7 x: WPerhaps they never will. |
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