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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 b8 D6 O; }2 B1 |+ ^+ kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
v- U7 c8 H! FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ a/ y4 |. d. V1 x6 L0 }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# U# _* N9 e7 v& aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: Y* Y8 H3 C1 b1 }2 I+ V3 rHow you suffered for you sanity, - K/ ^& I2 @" n9 j( P
How you tried to set them free,
6 G! q, w* S- G% R6 o9 Z- z* qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % m* B9 m8 R8 ^; B! F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ G4 `0 f @" Q: A6 `! fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 @8 ~0 N8 J7 S$ g+ DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # ] V; Y& {' [; K- M$ u
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,
3 _( M$ }) [4 [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ \0 N; l- u, \4 }/ E9 PYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ W3 C/ U, o1 |But I could have told you, Vincent,
: K _4 _1 M' V) {3 o7 I4 tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% Z* o8 H+ d( \+ W: f( hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! K6 q$ q/ B4 `8 O: d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / y) Y: v7 n0 s8 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - n0 P$ I" K% o8 \8 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, / ^* X; {( E# G3 Q
How you suffered for you sanity,% w! @9 O% c- r |) K% _! _! f
How you tried to set them free,
- M; t! C0 p u9 p- p gThey would not listen they're not listening still, " Q5 T( o9 p" q' z! t9 [4 t
Perhaps they never will. |
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