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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + @- \& B; V7 f8 I. y% j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 d, ]9 [+ B: Z. T* G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ |& F. C2 A- r' m% S1 h& r2 l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( a# [5 p6 I A; O0 e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ `% [% A* \# LHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 Y8 O/ c4 s4 \& h" l3 C9 G. E
How you tried to set them free,
% m& ^+ P5 Z! P I* Q8 K& kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) E7 G# ?. u8 O* Y% z6 q$ yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 C. o$ i. ]! ]' oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. \2 L# r8 Z6 W9 W+ sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. S2 j t" x. ?9 X* W. J& KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 C2 |9 L7 @. b* j2 A! ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( ?( n0 l* w0 M* w, v( J* \ D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 K( O+ ]% [. v$ kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ V. {6 ]+ J% ^( mBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ E2 I/ @; e) m/ V' \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 V+ Q* ~7 F1 q9 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, H2 s$ ~. B$ kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# D* Q' k8 P6 h3 D' R$ d. T8 }1 `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" d3 \3 @" R# t9 rThe 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,
9 i0 _7 P. {* sHow you suffered for you sanity,
% g5 i4 i+ i6 C9 L& |/ {How you tried to set them free, & Z' q. W0 U& @
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 U% I6 D4 T9 T) r
Perhaps they never will. |
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