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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( n4 ^1 D# D) N: GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 q, o' o& w( F2 y7 |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 T6 u- G* p9 p; y) k* OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - Z. e1 C/ o6 |$ ?7 r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ t9 N8 l' D5 J9 { n# n( M
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 Y8 z5 q$ H( v8 |4 C; aHow you tried to set them free, " a& W2 ?- i5 s) H& | t! x# }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # e+ n' R! n/ `+ |7 M4 w. l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & X- O! O4 o3 a( X+ C- F0 } Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; q' r! ?* g( N: O+ iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 ]: x* |' Y; `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ e) Z: |7 ^8 C: j8 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" ?1 O8 j; g/ v6 y, QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' Q3 s1 f- d- g. ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! ~: S( X% ^' p2 v7 Q2 V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' N& a/ F# ]/ Y7 ?5 _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 }& D; v: h' l m! w4 o }2 a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) k4 T/ B( z9 }: K( I9 T; l8 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - a6 i: n) ^ V/ D# x! ^; a& [* [) p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; E4 v1 ?9 U! E9 D/ s. KThe 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,
4 I4 F' G. \" @ H/ q' a% wHow you suffered for you sanity,
& L; r9 Q* q4 J ~3 T/ VHow you tried to set them free, 1 b4 o; k7 g6 m; W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 T* m& [0 p2 v; LPerhaps they never will. |
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