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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) b6 o4 Z: J0 D x- t7 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 L& \0 Q9 _2 _& n5 I, PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! L, o, S9 d' L5 V4 I$ A; [1 sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 h0 T* n* V6 M; M% {7 O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; \ {% E J( T8 K2 T, rHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 O. `( x4 H m4 u/ FHow you tried to set them free,
7 r1 z, K3 ^" p. l( f( Z0 z$ \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 D7 S/ \5 Z9 W' n( C' ?: @. _9 }5 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 y: O1 H6 c5 L( V; LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( }" w/ T m A+ |1 h, c9 `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 l/ R: Q: R/ [" b* g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* [9 G9 d2 G; I- q5 h' f# c( ~/ BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . ]* _; q6 K2 N+ {9 W7 T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ i; K) U& e, ]You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 v) T: m$ u1 c+ a' B8 F
But I could have told you, Vincent, # M) F/ B+ g. h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! ^8 K! p6 I& T% h7 [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 Y9 } g% H; G4 d% h# ?9 l- k* D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & O5 \5 w/ b* V }9 B4 @% u E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) \/ ^& U: \9 b. V% H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 j% O4 e, R5 z' {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! O7 z2 x! d/ X8 Z- Z, p* |( h* a* m
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 Z# L* `7 U' E ]( P* k/ \* UHow you tried to set them free,
?+ x2 E0 L# c1 D7 l' n7 v0 SThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( l# U% }8 p6 Q" k$ `# ?0 rPerhaps they never will. |
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