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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ u0 ~# z- u4 S) I8 q3 fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # J* |8 Y% Z* L+ X* A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! J, e2 j# p' n/ I) R6 d! \0 q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( Q) _2 S$ v; U/ d$ JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& `( ?, D. `1 \- h# L
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 d' r2 C+ {3 s+ l
How you tried to set them free, 1 u. @5 U) D. ~2 J8 Y9 O9 _4 A; W' P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ x; C. `8 u4 ?9 C0 e xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ g" _3 @7 F2 R' g2 H/ F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - u5 T: h) ^+ I- d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. c0 [: k6 e; V# j4 }& e7 T' TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: }0 K- L$ V: p, K; \For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 e' ?1 X. _' C9 N/ k8 F0 {, E- I$ k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % @: L1 ^ Q: W& Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ G( T4 e% s/ [- y) ^ R" `, k5 M
But I could have told you, Vincent, : ]* w" _- Y3 {# Y" x X) h: M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! g/ |% t2 H$ `! I3 u& i
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ P2 j( G) l5 m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- U- G5 g3 X8 }. t5 m4 _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 Y2 `$ ^7 V( S- i r' i. lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 l+ Z7 _, X3 }& @, P# rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 M E# o( I* l+ u3 I' U+ qHow you suffered for you sanity,% u7 h; n* I$ s) I& c4 \5 Y
How you tried to set them free, + I" `/ Z) {% @3 r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- @( u! h2 ]/ _$ |; j- [5 t) Y2 p6 qPerhaps they never will. |
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