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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# \2 E9 Q; p9 p1 F y/ H3 b, wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% \8 \. t- x7 r& MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ | U% |) l3 A7 Y4 E. y# aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & V" @! U$ {4 e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 }3 J$ H3 S* B" q8 [+ \* sHow you suffered for you sanity, ' {# g4 G, `5 v9 X. f3 _
How you tried to set them free, ( S! q$ |# j2 y3 o8 ?# u! Q3 O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) m; _) D8 h2 g% K( j3 ?# t& y* VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& j5 T/ S9 h* K5 G& [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & x( d5 N" m. Z' X4 m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% F* O3 J# p6 nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. A1 a; X* G/ f5 _, r% c8 W6 L' LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 H& I, @% q3 k1 t8 [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / ~; s1 I7 A7 f4 K/ k* N; ^1 P8 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 T0 \/ B0 b7 B% \5 VBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 z" W8 `* y5 o6 v2 K# F# U+ ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; m6 i5 m" \ s/ yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ R/ u8 ?5 F8 S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 l6 y4 F3 L. M/ N TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; u$ f% x& f4 q8 X& BThe 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,
; D% }9 }1 x4 X9 U7 b: g+ p1 Z, nHow you suffered for you sanity,6 I! e5 `! \) R( M6 e
How you tried to set them free,
( @ @' P. F' X, u7 z2 WThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) x. J* z ?% {, P; u: q+ X. m% C a+ d
Perhaps they never will. |
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