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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. ~$ r/ r. [: ^& rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# S$ i5 E( e1 I/ R- x, \ f2 W: N2 NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ q7 }7 R4 V6 R* aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 z' W: g0 l' i8 _) Q$ \! w% UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- E e4 @( Z; d1 R+ ~% R; xHow you suffered for you sanity, * \2 u+ a) f( Y8 Y& h7 I- \
How you tried to set them free,
; Z7 O% z- H4 q2 M6 x" m# j6 `$ QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( J1 v2 N2 C' O* ]' y; `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ Z2 @4 Y+ q3 Y& D- h* tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* W2 y7 Y* H) y+ I" ]% p) |+ pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" G+ N* A# `( k$ OWeathered 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, / V6 X& z+ @9 M% Q5 N3 x9 `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, k: g+ w7 i% E: j( o5 U- G, XYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / \2 y7 K7 }; N) W# ^. p( }6 F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 c+ |3 f% c4 y7 l6 r, v. ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 x4 I# {9 X$ L h3 G) l
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% L& t- t! i' f1 v, WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' |* }1 Y3 A% {$ s1 ]# f+ t! a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 S- A1 W m' \2 [. H$ b2 C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # H( a1 u' T# [' R1 w- C* t% R
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + C. l8 w2 _. P
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 k5 n* L A6 D% u( f6 uHow you tried to set them free,
6 E! E" j# L5 D3 f, A7 [They would not listen they're not listening still,
' A6 e, g" \/ u L4 @9 bPerhaps they never will. |
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