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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 B* h8 I: D/ n. T# wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, D6 A' n0 o% f. AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 z/ T4 d, Y% w" mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 |. q4 ~; `. Y# n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 }- o4 Z$ ]. j' [% ]How you suffered for you sanity, 4 i* i3 n' ?0 q/ V; _4 Z
How you tried to set them free, 3 x# V T# C2 ]( z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, J; S9 V( T2 Z1 D# I& ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " X. Q5 z) e+ r9 X$ O* \0 A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 r* h) ^ L9 ]* J9 p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / Q4 M" b9 x$ I
Weathered 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, " M) k: K! B$ U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 o( A& e7 g$ F: {' jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 B* U. |3 E# ^, v4 X$ J, ?But I could have told you, Vincent, # B! v/ W2 x4 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & w d* k, Y. i" ]8 U" ^
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, U: H5 m/ i* x) M' W' q: R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 c) r0 Z, x1 H0 T- V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) S. B0 {$ i+ \3 M7 @+ e |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,
^1 G6 t! X6 Y. H: E/ h9 mHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ @3 V9 N4 C, v% A0 J) k1 R7 z0 eHow you tried to set them free,
: J$ i: P. T a. z8 @They would not listen they're not listening still, , c! b) ^6 |3 A6 [8 p1 N! [1 ~" Z+ z
Perhaps they never will. |
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