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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . e% t4 B; g3 H) H4 W& { y- e& \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 b* Y0 r/ K+ G" H: {0 q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" E: x3 a: R& K! [, _( \2 lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / ]9 P; R2 ?: D. Y) u7 c% S" L7 A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# T6 Q7 v% o6 k2 d; _
How you suffered for you sanity,
: [# W0 m- K9 N& ~$ s& ~2 |# hHow you tried to set them free, / V" A$ V; p6 Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; i. O6 ^1 S& P& Q2 H5 P* z* n2 A" i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 K& J" g" y9 c- r; uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 N4 b) Q; x* ^+ v; w9 v) |1 ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! i. J3 Y& `/ Q4 hWeathered 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, , T. ? i4 J% Z4 f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # j5 Y: z, ?) V7 u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 D1 f8 Z+ [8 ?& ?9 I) \But I could have told you, Vincent, ( B, `0 t3 w6 ~ h9 A }) ^& G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% w$ Y' q( u* T- V! S7 J8 B, Z: V) dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 z/ u( h+ A5 @3 [$ U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ o6 G: m& o5 X! qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 w& D0 j+ Y# Z% v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 a1 n) A2 } c+ ?& ]
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % \, g" s9 \4 |4 D* ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
& g& x( v& p% l5 n( }8 m5 yHow you tried to set them free, # Z L3 E6 B/ U7 z6 H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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