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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 r3 K, b8 p8 X6 O1 a( U8 {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 K3 e: g& _1 w [3 N+ w" q( j2 ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. s, H- i% |' P f: @4 A4 t0 e5 vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( N/ A) i9 L; t# @6 R" F6 JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- K# ~2 W5 m- s/ H' r, THow you suffered for you sanity, 4 }0 _+ [, k0 M; S8 S/ J0 J5 P
How you tried to set them free, 7 {5 i! \0 ?: U* s5 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 H! O* C4 ?4 [5 F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 F( m, g/ N- k! {6 WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) |7 c4 U/ P6 h7 U" q" X0 k" \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ X/ y4 V6 [# M, n- NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" c' {3 b: d# p" o% t Z$ L0 bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 I) m, q z; W/ k6 MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 I; t7 s5 T* z x: UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! `7 l" h) N$ `' B4 Q4 `
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% x& i( A0 n- p4 ^/ m% t1 UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. Q0 b( I5 I. | u
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # P) z) n2 h: S% z% ?! r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 i3 Q6 q6 o+ S0 x7 t) CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" f8 s$ ?+ L. z+ c( ]9 ]- w& uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - y! v3 _. v5 {) W+ f
# U* [, I. o+ O. ~9 s ~" o) PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( Z( G( |0 v) x# n5 p7 OHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ T% b" | O8 u9 M& bHow you tried to set them free, 8 {2 j- E& s1 G& f
They would not listen they're not listening still, # O5 S7 |3 Z4 o8 P7 m. Z- ~
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