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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. l; h+ H) P6 B" b+ q. `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 n2 X. D5 F; c' O( EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 T P' I& U/ E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 ~$ t5 K1 ]0 tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 e( t' O/ ]/ @- w% ]
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 z& f% B. u5 Y
How you tried to set them free,
, F7 a% Y* E \) vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 f% W3 _2 z3 t8 ?- H/ b+ A4 U1 d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" D2 N" S8 K6 B7 D% I' _* h; N9 aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . @& D* o2 N2 e+ l0 [- n& w! y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ l u+ W7 y9 L' `* d: |6 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, % o* f7 w0 T% H; R+ N% t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 J0 j- b+ p% DYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . b7 n6 C" q U W7 [; D# {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* F5 G l# ?) b/ TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 L, V. V9 f' AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - J0 u! q5 N# {* G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! a6 q' d% _$ h% TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * R- S) l; R" a( V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( S" Q" H+ S6 f! Q1 M& H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & i, ?' b" R7 f
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ ]0 b# |: D. r% n/ [How you tried to set them free, 1 f6 E) ^6 j! |3 d4 T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 J" z6 s5 }, z) xPerhaps they never will. |
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