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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " B; \, [8 J4 a% f) f4 f, J# Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * H& ^! t0 m0 P. P) y! V( w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 u/ ^: w3 u) I: B# Z# d* A0 n2 \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" {: N/ y; l2 e. Y3 ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& L0 X: c1 r# }& g% z2 s
How you suffered for you sanity,
% d, }/ }4 Q1 u" {2 s. hHow you tried to set them free, \$ n0 E6 J6 E& I2 y9 E$ Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# w" o2 y3 g9 [0 OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. t2 R' J2 N9 F8 u3 X$ z: N iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! W# K9 Y0 l- B2 K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ x9 y3 ^9 i8 p. k" ]9 JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. J% h% z' v: j: y+ Q& P
/ j/ p$ {. p [4 w" M+ Y& NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) H8 D: b1 V4 U- W4 X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , t. ?* Q+ y/ T5 B/ V4 G8 e
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, i+ C4 d0 u8 YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 B. I4 P. q! Q5 MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) c: Y. @# t/ Z3 u7 H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / y4 G; l* {' a6 S N* F( _! U& U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' s2 M' ]0 K4 W5 P+ O/ T5 a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ p. z$ o0 z6 y; S" _: ^, G8 F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- p2 M! r' A8 O, \. G8 P* bHow you suffered for you sanity,5 {; n7 s, w' P( }
How you tried to set them free,
) c: u' S! L* jThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 I* A9 C6 f( ^2 o& y
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