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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ x6 k- T! E7 I- h1 f+ N1 pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / H4 G$ Q$ z3 Y- j3 z3 f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( V- b' f+ ?0 d0 p: mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 p- G2 {5 z, D% b8 |& W. e. w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 y, h0 x* z _$ ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
" @, z& @& ~: G! c3 a& d' `3 {0 \' UHow you tried to set them free,
?6 d' q* v' L7 |# e U, S$ Y' VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ X: e4 W' `0 T3 o7 o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, K( B7 k8 }" @) Q% N# f) ?2 Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 F- x1 y' m d3 f2 \" ^4 J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ S$ p, p* V( z: mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; ]9 G x8 i# b" [* Z3 q% NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( t' s& W& d( M& ~7 YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, a6 _* V6 Q9 F7 S. P5 K7 h. J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) {' T" U. r5 Y2 T
But I could have told you, Vincent, + A6 g' W: \- g3 z, W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 O1 K; ^' U' n8 m; |! f+ f0 WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 E6 j7 T- t+ h5 d o& X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 I! @5 S: W% e: O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# h5 Y+ y | h5 l- \+ I4 D6 CThe 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/ g+ S- G* W. G6 M8 w9 W# E
How you suffered for you sanity,4 Y+ i$ i" q* H' U: p
How you tried to set them free,
p1 G3 w7 y$ \0 ~3 |) NThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) l1 r* X+ N1 |
Perhaps they never will. |
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