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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% H. P9 ^' F5 v- T k/ C ^% ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 H( G8 W( B7 D# ~9 }" |& j) ^; X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) q. c, W, e) M: \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' m x0 t. M4 ?1 a! r( C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ Z3 N9 J7 ]% e3 R6 B# ~How you suffered for you sanity,
) c3 p& [! P% s* FHow you tried to set them free,
+ r2 _/ }$ }0 \, LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. X8 }- R3 u. S* x( t1 D" |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' V4 O4 m# v2 p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; Z5 p: t' |' o4 d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , @4 G; F$ w7 b" u( Z+ g4 W# \; [
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,
6 S0 L1 L' n$ y9 K2 o" }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ k' [0 f. Q% I+ SYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# M9 p ~/ Z& [+ \9 v ]But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 e5 q4 K3 y0 L7 |7 H c+ m! aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) u# A( g$ V% f; G! P. `* w
0 Q4 v0 E7 k2 \/ e# r" wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' I9 G1 D+ b+ Y9 ] [) f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' N6 U7 v: m. H8 z" }* r# @3 DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 A* c% a' K2 E4 V
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,
3 w' ?# n. \3 l# s: K% f2 X5 @' ^How you suffered for you sanity,
+ U g! f, F, _) P# g2 QHow you tried to set them free,
/ D0 G# ~5 \$ H; v" yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 _9 ]" L' G9 R, V. u m+ B9 nPerhaps they never will. |
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