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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / f7 Q- L- z9 T) g; `( x* b. \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & e ^/ D7 i' [5 u7 h6 k6 d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. K! H2 t8 M6 v3 f g1 @' \+ QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # f7 O- W! m# w* b$ M1 A; x& q1 j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 A7 W! T6 _" z0 b1 b0 s# ^How you suffered for you sanity, . u: q* U) S* l. p; j
How you tried to set them free,
' C0 b+ V( {% W: BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' g% \& u9 H+ o5 k2 O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / W8 t8 k: U m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 ~' y5 I: v$ b7 {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 l' q2 h$ [' CWeathered 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, + w1 y- S" {+ c n, o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- R; b/ m0 C) O# \You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 g; H" G; n* m( q! r( MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. r# m1 u/ p4 V* \5 q2 HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 O- L- J, c, F* @3 ` e% N
- d3 e2 `3 W, I3 k7 r# T1 s( ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! ?+ @8 W/ Y9 p* I A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 u2 s3 o/ y9 |7 Q6 }# uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 t8 J+ K6 ]* x7 ~7 {: v mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' Y0 c# P' E, I# n0 z: r6 k
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' [9 x; ], j2 Y- ]2 ~How you suffered for you sanity,
. K1 T9 z) _4 c% g, y% LHow you tried to set them free, - X1 T# N+ E- V) o& V, X3 H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' p5 [9 ?" l4 |2 R/ d7 k# `8 rPerhaps they never will. |
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