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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ C! [4 e/ u% r2 wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 l+ R$ l m7 ]2 I5 c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ b( Y; E. L+ F) c' R. W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' g4 L( S4 W8 ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ S" d4 ?% z. ^0 UHow you suffered for you sanity, ; v: ~# o# T+ i s
How you tried to set them free, , H9 X% ~# p# C0 I. p) z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 g. u# X# h) Z9 N: l3 j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& D, ^ B J( t8 _2 k- x+ m" c0 QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 }8 t- G5 f& j; }" {4 Z0 s2 \3 }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 I1 I' h* A& u, T: ~) q( w+ \9 DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" E7 M, m- J, BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; N; |. E% w) G2 b& T/ V' qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# w% A/ _3 Y( Z8 z( \; CYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 d& b. x8 y6 YBut I could have told you, Vincent, # v' k( e3 r. t- Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 ?8 D) p1 N, W8 v9 ^( M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, D9 C& r% V) o, x9 w1 BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: _$ z8 u, I6 n( o7 V. F6 \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 J7 b. e6 t( D B1 B$ Y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / E! |2 I" p) ]% \1 |
How you suffered for you sanity,4 N ]% N/ o8 R. \8 U
How you tried to set them free, ! p# e m# Z. ]
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ \8 a! t4 R8 D; p) d: [- Y, y- gPerhaps they never will. |
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