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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 Q: t: W, h4 `# ]* A3 v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , T& U3 `; T$ ?7 O. R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 O' \( X# L" f8 y8 [: F) e+ [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; C7 C% s4 W# y3 a! {3 INow I understand what you tried to say to me,# X, V* R0 a! `9 i; Z
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 e1 G" [$ y% ~6 R, }, d% [$ U
How you tried to set them free, , U; q: y- ^0 Y. b" y9 F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 I1 {/ f" W8 y0 d5 g, nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . ~' @# s4 M4 D/ W7 G8 X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" g% y; O5 e* fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 Q) T1 j5 g% d$ \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, B6 e1 V+ j" Q4 pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 F! C$ [1 i$ {: GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# P1 G" K4 L2 O; e2 E/ `$ t& hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 P* F V n+ }But I could have told you, Vincent, * \5 Q& W" k) b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 G8 z4 }+ w G# F6 q+ Y% v6 }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ]0 E" V" O! r$ a, g! H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 W* L3 H7 z4 y: KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 Y1 T% s' c/ {4 d( I$ B8 e
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, $ G/ \* R4 x1 `+ x+ o! h5 b4 l
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 v, J# P# n; v" o+ M" U( eHow you tried to set them free,
: u/ b! J2 g5 _! ]2 L5 p9 o- pThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ [! u5 A9 G, m' z" |Perhaps they never will. |
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