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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . r; D; k5 F. h! w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 w6 c G1 u# f( E, w( zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 \6 d$ `( R6 B4 M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * u p0 {9 U6 _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* k( W" N$ ]* o& c( c2 C# d
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 R2 Z" @" e* T2 K3 \6 J3 z; K) J0 {How you tried to set them free,
7 e% j2 p( a, j" h" FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " i5 n* Q! H7 J$ ^0 U6 M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 V& w# h5 P0 V' s, gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 q* }4 `* b5 [% CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & z- F; K W! |7 _
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, . ^8 Y# M# c1 u: }3 z* @% S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ Z4 }. B, L6 F1 S
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 a* {& W4 N% s6 `$ P8 x
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 P+ }, q. C6 v& S) F8 G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ A3 }" W; P! {; F& c; oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
W5 L: b. k" p9 V. oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / O) |( L# ~1 k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 A! W5 l- o) c# H3 u5 _/ K' v' FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : B0 d$ y: J4 ^) O# Q* J% o
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; g* }. O- {, G3 q/ ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
, Z |% Y" M4 S% e5 K$ {How you tried to set them free,
* E. o* u; l, U5 G+ T9 o8 NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' g" Z7 B6 |9 |2 S* ?7 R3 oPerhaps they never will. |
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