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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ ?$ L5 t% b+ SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 A1 K* R* K# k2 |7 G1 p- @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- W6 D0 q" ~1 CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + q/ a0 P5 @7 p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ ^" q# N. `# J$ F$ fHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ n6 A) j4 `9 `+ D/ M( |How you tried to set them free, 9 S. H" n$ D! g6 M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" w4 Z& y7 m* F- y) yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' Y- C* H3 Z% n( X- L& VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( O4 ~# R4 v9 p Q! `& |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ c2 P" S$ M- o( ?+ u! IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! V5 ^5 h; W4 O1 ~+ CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : T. c; C. I5 y1 Z; _! E5 h- t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ w8 T* T! L: t/ j9 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% D9 q6 |( K: ^2 p kBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! \2 o0 M1 W5 Z$ b: z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 X s* l# X- L" V% D3 yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 j: `/ \5 f" e+ [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 c$ M7 w! \' c) `3 j( c, Q, s6 d- D5 \( F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 X: D* q# a9 ^% g$ ]9 f* N" S* p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' E4 [. T, \! c9 r& p2 xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & ?9 c% q# l# e
How you suffered for you sanity," C% V8 Z( i/ Z( s) {
How you tried to set them free, : d1 P. R5 C8 L6 e; n, n4 p- G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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