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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; F9 D" W1 ~/ F! `: w% I! zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ O+ b' w9 Q' o9 B4 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 p/ C1 K* Q6 [3 \" W8 [' {; LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ s& M9 {8 v2 O6 A9 R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," d. J! ]5 ]) I- j$ J4 I
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ \1 O+ n; A6 }! i' i% MHow you tried to set them free, . P, ?3 K5 |/ ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ x# T( I) i3 t" y/ \) NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + Q4 C6 S9 V7 i {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* C# ~0 b, M% q3 d& z* k( YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 E9 R* U3 Z! Y3 C7 ]/ n7 _7 u1 jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 P6 ~1 q, K! v- `# a8 \For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# Q' D5 k m* DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, e2 T0 K/ [) k' L0 ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, I) R- [7 ~* O
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 \, E1 U4 }/ G; Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / S( A/ E, x5 f: ?7 a5 A% o) C
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; g3 G( T! d( }2 ~$ ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 @# F& A. v3 P1 z5 mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % M: o4 g+ d: z3 o& v6 _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 W; ]/ |& i2 i) c8 l& Q) V9 g9 mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, P( v9 S. o! J1 d2 V8 u+ r- MHow you suffered for you sanity,/ r6 c# f/ _9 E! J$ @( e
How you tried to set them free,
8 V& I! ~3 Y' ^$ O kThey would not listen they're not listening still,
q- s# B, c+ e1 kPerhaps they never will. |
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