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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ [1 l" b2 J0 F5 M/ [) i* CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 z) z7 G; ]5 Y# W3 Y6 s) }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 y. _1 i3 x& R9 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: `' b, d6 i: s6 ?1 H8 k; iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
F/ t9 t8 ]' g; p5 s! DHow you suffered for you sanity, ) n2 ?' h+ r* C
How you tried to set them free,
0 y8 R5 A# D0 }5 a7 z& Z' ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / m/ F! P0 w( [4 A0 u- c+ B5 M! K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ N' j. P: C. ~0 x, sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) w! B" I; ^- ^% t" XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ K: L0 `/ R1 D- A0 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, : g' H/ m0 H0 H. ~- R r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 D; n+ ?, u; `+ o: u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. A2 g" u7 f3 KBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& i! ?# ^4 Q% w* Q; rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 Q/ h6 m4 ~+ D6 MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. T! i7 i1 P" G1 ~% H7 yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / D& l6 h1 j5 X( t. j1 k# @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 k0 ^5 p! U' H: n4 t9 K8 Z
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, ( F7 o9 A& N! I4 T
How you suffered for you sanity,
. d* q' p/ m3 h, ^0 }9 mHow you tried to set them free, 4 j' R7 z* g* u7 c& Z% }
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; V. l( K9 |2 T8 A2 @% J( t9 `7 y
Perhaps they never will. |
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