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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: V1 `2 h& q# C, G8 @$ G) |1 J' c+ ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ D3 w5 Q7 x' G* |/ \- _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ k! t4 v( G" K' o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ Y3 x. u7 M+ g$ kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 g' M0 ~3 }9 ?% p% tHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 A7 W" ?! x9 J: z9 R9 u
How you tried to set them free,
0 G, w# n6 @4 Y1 c( B) |5 V) nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 b5 O$ [ f; z7 F/ n3 X0 @8 EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ b2 F0 p8 ?% U4 U3 HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ q, H8 ]9 e+ L2 Z/ E8 \* j1 K: EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! j4 G% B4 x+ A9 z" {; x# x; q4 o
Weathered 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, ) b* |: f% i) X+ R; K+ F! K4 ?2 s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! n- G3 }. x0 |" V( vYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. e0 b3 I- R% v+ l3 |2 u+ \! IBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 Q( S/ ^+ C0 r fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" U8 s! M- H. P5 iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' M- _" v* _9 F8 e' v8 g* Z! NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 n4 i" U2 w- f+ A9 DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' a9 b& G0 f3 C3 N5 {1 _4 [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 @8 N( g# j4 KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ { ]2 }, H& E& M: i
How you suffered for you sanity,/ Y$ x( U4 {# [
How you tried to set them free, 8 z% M m. k& Y$ M! D5 D
They would not listen they're not listening still, , R( J/ `5 V' K
Perhaps they never will. |
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