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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' ^2 L8 k8 r$ i+ JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% W2 k" ~1 |. ]$ q, t- ~$ KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 r7 o$ ]$ J5 h y Z r: gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 T+ l% @( \0 o6 T: g ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 j' l& S" \/ h9 w' F
How you suffered for you sanity,
: j' q0 t2 Z# l5 `7 s) |. j. aHow you tried to set them free,
" h1 n& C+ H: f! i5 w& lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, A. R) f ~+ ^8 m8 oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& q; Y9 P4 d! w' ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 d9 z$ z" |6 G& H7 W6 s" YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. P. ]' [, r. n; X! HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - f+ H5 O% ?( }: [
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( {4 D) B- u4 B2 _ sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! n: h. {! W: uYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' O2 O8 u6 H+ @/ KBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 d" o. l( b" l3 \* h3 G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* B% `5 s# u, s. X. ?8 u) \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; M7 f. H0 d: s, b* ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . A" X! ^; _. ]' [$ T0 r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 P5 D' x% I8 aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 p0 G5 B o8 fHow you suffered for you sanity,5 u1 p$ H2 V! G+ ?
How you tried to set them free,
) T4 f) o& N9 Q# s/ Q8 j2 LThey would not listen they're not listening still, & i: _, H2 a% P; H: d4 Q2 T
Perhaps they never will. |
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