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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' {$ e% `! N c* B7 uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 @! t# u5 _% E9 G/ X7 d) zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," q. ^# c, s7 y9 k q. p2 a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 V3 H" J2 b' o; b0 _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, ]4 U. O' i- s) {* U. ?% b9 h
How you suffered for you sanity,
; P% X7 [- T+ M2 D. c) VHow you tried to set them free, 8 K( ` C( ^% ^# x7 ]; _4 e3 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 C0 A7 D* s3 H3 S$ B/ x) \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( J/ ~4 c+ z: {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 T1 O: p% h. BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# z4 l' g* H6 [1 [5 P; n% _6 WWeathered 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,
$ f: _/ k5 t/ XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& @2 t( E& v4 o8 y3 XYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 f6 Z8 L8 i% P q% |2 G6 n$ c) O
But I could have told you, Vincent, * X3 F: U' g2 R$ T& Z" }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & ~1 K# Y# i: {8 S2 A8 V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, c- W, d# Q. M' \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 J" v- G( g7 {) q3 A- d p$ m: fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' L" e ~" I) y! K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 S' ?" f5 }& H$ r! t. O1 D( u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 L, t& e( O* Z
How you suffered for you sanity,/ D/ b9 R: A, _: }# U* B7 n7 D
How you tried to set them free,
$ K$ S9 }* g' }They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 X" |9 M3 B2 O1 ^3 X: APerhaps they never will. |
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