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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 \7 T. Q% L1 `7 I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; @1 G+ O" F, T& hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% ^+ F& y/ n+ c8 o7 }4 i0 B9 _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& T; B" [& k8 ?8 V! x& k" x6 @8 f8 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, o4 Y; @9 _: m; n- QHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 g9 c9 E$ L2 q, J0 n/ ~9 {0 j
How you tried to set them free,
' k- ^" }: N$ [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , ]/ K1 K9 _8 Y! g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! z% k3 T9 F" t4 [% x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 x1 k* M% U P" [) Q5 y1 q3 f: Q; kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( _) L4 S# J7 D( w/ z9 U9 UWeathered 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,
$ V: H1 j: [6 D6 VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 C H2 f/ W; V5 i" I0 L0 K7 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 |; R- Q) h8 BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, W3 b4 |3 ~2 j8 ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; x/ F9 l3 H+ D$ @2 F1 x0 H5 \2 E; D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # C; P; a1 a" p# ?; V, o8 ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' n6 }$ {" c# M) UThe 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, ) R) g: _- v! I W
How you suffered for you sanity,; y8 Y) F( L7 a; e8 R& v5 c
How you tried to set them free,
/ a8 [7 U3 o' T1 X, q- b: p; AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. U# m6 y+ \& L) x3 |% X. x3 Y( R2 tPerhaps they never will. |
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