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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' i1 f3 q( a1 H U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 `1 q: O0 r5 }3 z% b4 ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 O9 j3 _6 ] `" F" c0 M$ z7 a( }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 o! _% \" b9 _% [7 x) {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) ?5 ?. P# R( ~How you suffered for you sanity,
1 H" C" N, a# \2 D6 B `How you tried to set them free,
: Y# q5 G; p4 N( }. `/ ]$ D2 L+ O+ SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / u7 Q% }; P3 F9 y# A; p9 s- r, K# P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 e" V+ p' V( i! N5 e1 YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ A& E5 K) t6 r9 s$ g, _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* B$ Y, b* c; z, Z$ `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" k! {* Q! j' e6 n/ [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 O( r; E6 N3 d M5 r4 M* S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, r! h9 |: t6 L2 l/ f! G8 XYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! p# Z0 |8 j7 o: ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
, T4 A; I- I. |7 v( l& q) ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: c/ ^. @8 k# ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 E, T- T* M) c+ z! ? w1 O2 d' Y6 bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' u# U! y$ {' w+ e4 K" rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! C8 j8 N4 B/ g2 u% {$ ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 t0 x+ g# K+ ]/ O! F7 IHow you suffered for you sanity,+ _" g$ L( q2 i9 q. c7 D
How you tried to set them free,
: _* |, c/ ^0 F" Z' L1 U9 mThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' Y* c3 K$ J, y# I/ ~' BPerhaps they never will. |
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