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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# V# f5 @! W$ Z# [7 \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 Q: C% e7 Z1 X [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# @4 u$ B0 m4 I- O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# ^$ }# ?% H: ^- e% G7 q; P7 t) kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 K$ [ c5 l! H( J5 K9 KHow you suffered for you sanity, ! f: `4 E& E: G6 X1 e
How you tried to set them free, # `& w& F2 H T3 r9 \, h0 u- B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 G( M7 E* T2 Y `3 ]& |/ Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! |1 T9 j- I$ U! K$ X! `! f3 f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / [* I& j: w8 R/ c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: b/ ^7 a' t! z7 ~+ {( a0 Y$ q5 B: LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' G7 B% i, h: O, m$ X" k. S- I% @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ]2 o3 b2 M9 s( y: R9 K5 X& Z' N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / S' R7 z& l; E' e3 e8 x4 k
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + y- k: _& b. U( V. u' u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 f5 K5 ]/ N: E/ B1 b& ^9 QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ^ r# a* x, |4 \$ U7 W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" R# C& U; L# F0 ^: r4 I/ W( g$ CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* e4 ^" f% ^8 ^ h) ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 O% n8 j% K: b) X* n! UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # d; T+ y! v ^0 d) z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / h5 U8 Y/ }0 s2 ^0 E
How you suffered for you sanity,
# |2 D; H5 b( C) U. [6 W& F2 eHow you tried to set them free, 0 a0 y: y3 j2 u3 Y( W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, e, j( F$ G' m3 EPerhaps they never will. |
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