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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
Z! H0 ~2 {* Q/ B9 W! _- uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . F$ F( f3 K8 C" a8 T1 T3 H1 p) t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 P8 o: Y2 j/ c, JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
V" i# o( d5 S+ jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 p& V) }/ t6 _1 L' ]; r+ w8 E/ `
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 n: w y; ^4 r/ H3 K5 ?- j
How you tried to set them free, # H1 l+ J. y' e% K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 ^9 `4 w6 w, G! `- Q- D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 p# G5 ~. K( Q9 p0 v# i# {7 v6 ?% JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% j! e; p: V/ L& J+ q6 \3 AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 g. _! y2 x2 E- `6 o0 y& P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; p) s) L$ _( [1 L* `# s; b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / j' V* A# f+ m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) D1 [5 y9 b5 j: ^5 ?" A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ I, G% o7 Q- @3 z) IBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 E0 X+ a- H5 V/ M1 G8 i; q1 w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % B4 ]) @0 {" ]% E
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. y4 n2 `9 z# YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) |3 C9 d( I( {! d3 k/ C- MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% S% a' x) R7 y I+ R5 KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 S$ _7 |' g9 \+ U( O0 sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 k: C$ Y+ c; c& j) n& v; e+ sHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 P4 P. h6 f/ Q0 I U' jHow you tried to set them free,
2 D* ?- @1 |5 j J. E( fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" O, ^4 k8 W% L% @3 [Perhaps they never will. |
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