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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! b5 n9 x: Z# u4 @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( i' z+ B3 E! Q) l' H" M3 kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& p+ e8 i" Y4 C, w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ i* Z+ k9 C2 W" }) O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# M% w# o. v1 B/ [' }
How you suffered for you sanity, : c, C0 w2 W( a" \& w4 W
How you tried to set them free,
1 ~& O. E3 n& A, o+ vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. I6 \# m2 H1 v) T; P0 fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
K; s0 ^( U$ O' CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- M. Z, v) \9 U4 h! O/ d0 GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# _' t, H, T- `& E' H8 kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# U0 u% `& q7 [: EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : _5 i. Y! b. v) e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 m- ^3 ^; e+ v( N7 }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & e9 S% g" v a6 q8 z
But I could have told you, Vincent, # \" g; f |( s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) }3 V+ C- a$ C1 ]" {1 X3 y; u6 k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / {" X7 H) }+ \ Y9 l8 b. z3 P' a. T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 V1 _5 B+ T$ i. ]1 @1 t5 s0 CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 d) W7 [! ~( d) \+ g7 m$ L7 v& W
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, # i( w8 n7 R) g) A( P* |& s
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 R, p7 l) t4 {8 [How you tried to set them free,
# F: V9 R5 Q* G+ YThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" M1 ]6 |6 y: yPerhaps they never will. |
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