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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( s, j- [2 A0 P% DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 m3 F% n" G5 b0 G6 v# O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' R" I$ j9 j: l1 V0 T' YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 N/ ~& T* S8 z, B9 Y, PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 ~4 ]: p3 Q5 g4 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 j5 c! F1 U f; L: ~! M% nHow you tried to set them free, % M/ K `. \, i8 T( y, ~- e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& G9 c# f- _8 c. G6 S# ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* O- _' Z& }& M+ v5 Y6 G2 H# E/ cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) s$ o/ |" T, e" m; t9 G) xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. m b; A1 F& P* K' GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& r: ~, r/ U# l/ HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 E7 C6 _% d, G6 r+ ?, F0 Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 K6 Z8 ` g& i, ]1 |8 R: n6 \You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 j0 W7 w4 x# O" H; D' q& `$ k
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) F! G3 t- G/ {) {! @' t1 v3 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * c& u: ?& P6 p8 S8 M/ C" r; b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) _# U0 Z# H$ g% a" o9 ^- t$ j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : E2 [* I, C) D1 Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! n* O, z* F1 r# f4 ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) u7 j t8 ?, R2 Q9 k' p, B C- p' zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ C; P5 i- Q7 j2 L# PHow you suffered for you sanity,9 L$ a% D l' O/ P. s$ X) S$ g' t
How you tried to set them free,
; R6 F( s) W8 n% |They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ q" U& [ Z6 tPerhaps they never will. |
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