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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! Y2 _: g. Y) j* ~% jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 h% _# L& J) T1 ^: w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! |; y3 M3 z! V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 z- F/ S8 _# |0 s0 \ _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ T- q2 `* {2 B% N( u/ Y U
How you suffered for you sanity, + C \! r3 M! G4 j
How you tried to set them free, * O' E8 q- H$ ^+ A3 M1 m5 ^6 P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* m- H3 M! z, A$ I, G3 EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 L+ ], D5 F- v; l+ T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 ?! G/ A) _1 M n4 ^$ t% ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : q! E& \4 t% A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& l/ @ j- U. B* ]2 c2 D) v) pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - L Q( w6 j; h M M3 r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , u2 H' G$ V4 j; h
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' a( ~7 ~. ]3 c! d2 J }# C$ fBut I could have told you, Vincent, # Q# C$ i6 t, t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , o. H) P. Q+ y) m1 V) A/ H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' q4 h3 j' X, i6 z) v1 wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - A$ F7 O R7 \' b! T" {! v& v, P' e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 M/ J! ?4 ^3 r' u5 \8 XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 f/ C9 ?) m& ^/ H6 S# q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; G( ]" L1 i& _
How you suffered for you sanity,. a) l0 ]6 x5 l8 V% k& i
How you tried to set them free,
4 I7 }; |& H6 a" w) t7 ?2 N! ~0 s% NThey would not listen they're not listening still, # K2 e0 x1 }/ c; ?% X4 [: E
Perhaps they never will. |
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