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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ z/ F1 R9 U' H! w2 }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 I$ p3 _2 X" s% c$ a# B7 FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: [+ T) n2 q2 y4 ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 O& N* s& L! B. m' m% l- {& pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: `8 @5 V$ N1 m8 G; i" hHow you suffered for you sanity, , [5 ?' ~5 _/ ?* _# T# q- a! d
How you tried to set them free, . g+ z/ _8 Z: K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " V& z- i( D' _ \# t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , m3 g. g V# K9 M7 |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 |/ Q4 x, D5 L; U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 K0 F8 _% r* x% Q0 Z+ i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / [$ A5 p: e% ?' H( i0 n- K& {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( J% I! N, }9 U1 c! Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ E2 t, w P% H' u3 UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " x: [1 Z) ~. @
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 Q7 O3 r6 y3 }8 yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! j* L- p" r' b9 G4 B9 p% ]
$ f* R; K! z7 |1 r1 A. jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 u" l( Q7 |- v8 L0 lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . C/ I4 i; p. E7 Q; Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % K7 ?7 Y2 [' T) o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % c/ f1 `3 o% }, }
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 @" H! d v4 E3 q: A
How you suffered for you sanity,2 H. o8 U8 @* u* t+ d8 b5 y4 z+ q
How you tried to set them free, 3 B) o- ?% z2 L1 Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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