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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) @; L: d# [' j1 a! p3 y+ uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! t" a$ t5 A! i! s4 v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 p# ~. Z0 T( d8 J0 O$ k, o1 ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' p; G& Y. ~( k# M ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% A& G3 C6 H8 KHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 h3 S: G! S9 [# V$ m$ O- S8 y( w+ V3 [
How you tried to set them free,
; R6 m7 U! E+ t% SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! \8 Z5 |0 k: s# s' r# W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 N9 Q8 Q4 ^; Y+ g8 J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) l" q7 J8 w' h& L+ R$ I1 d, xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ Q8 t i* l! q# yWeathered 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,
. W( D* |7 J6 F6 N1 v/ EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 b" Q$ @6 F4 S. N1 l$ N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 Q) W+ u8 t5 q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ B' I( {! m( |. S x5 H& F/ t+ _! ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 W; O! p- N* J8 p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' a- o$ U. L% T; U y% u% U1 q2 z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ g# v! |7 Z- J! R' RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 f& V6 U. s; m2 Q7 oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # |) ^; ?# \' V* h: b$ ~
How you suffered for you sanity,$ C. ], H' L# D. S& |4 K1 B8 Q
How you tried to set them free, 3 k0 c) p5 i' ?) A5 a8 g ]( q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; l Q" n2 i. ]" I$ mPerhaps they never will. |
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