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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( D7 Q5 L7 n d# N1 eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, y v, z% C( a3 zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 V: a8 i6 [& j4 H# s' T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : J7 e5 _9 g5 K, {* {- m. B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' V( p8 k1 m7 k$ w2 hHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 k" ?3 n# v2 w. THow you tried to set them free, , o9 _* Z& q0 k+ v2 r) e! \1 J. S% ^+ G; ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 B1 _2 x& P/ l0 h2 L3 OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' z( O( t" k2 O, R8 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 l& \+ }8 `* G8 ]; AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, t/ f( }2 x. A$ O0 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! K* e8 t' R4 _9 k8 z8 xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 M E; _9 `( ^; o- E2 S0 z7 X% U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ^5 L! q2 U6 K- Q: N: X2 {& d
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) `9 i/ o, ~7 f0 m) \6 D$ ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 J8 q# t5 G; C! q6 ], pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' o3 _8 A% u3 T4 {" M: }0 V# m2 OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / h7 I4 S' w4 X. b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 }9 F) Y& H7 {$ y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( |+ ]7 X" ^7 E0 ` S( k g6 uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; r: \. p" m9 K. M6 }: NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ ]7 v5 i# M. |* q% t
How you suffered for you sanity,! {& n2 j, b" }7 J3 \# t# T
How you tried to set them free, ) ~: \( p$ N; L$ `' }: V. S, z, S
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 n" a. ~. _# A2 k& G! m
Perhaps they never will. |
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