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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
c7 [; ?% a5 X+ _, B+ fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 Q: C0 L2 d! c( }; k+ e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 R. O$ B8 l" V8 pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ Z; H1 _( M$ o& {$ [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( q" R8 O. Z* F1 {5 S& y
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 t! E5 P v3 g: h- J* P
How you tried to set them free, ; `+ r# ?" h+ I/ Q D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; X. E7 U# i0 w6 k# I5 P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! |9 W- v' K5 ?/ A* C. J& X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 L5 Q" v, A/ r; z; U" D" O ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 B- u' I" d; D B2 Y; D E, _
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, 5 H# ^: s) U& X( a4 D( E3 T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 o* K0 ]+ a# Z. N! {3 w/ MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 W$ t, q. [, v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, z: J0 }$ e( I- MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ |, Y- R' [6 kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 _/ h; f) i* I0 A9 M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 `$ d, J9 I+ T! Y" I+ Z# G U$ b; kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + E; B/ [$ ~3 D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 g n1 b8 o7 }3 o; d( w+ ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 v% w" k" t& |% ZHow you suffered for you sanity,( f6 ] D7 M/ b6 g/ I5 N
How you tried to set them free, 4 R1 A' L$ A7 n# d: ~2 h
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 T" E$ j5 k* |$ ]. P5 U" l PPerhaps they never will. |
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