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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! Q2 m* b2 I5 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - M/ b7 [1 @, j& c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- H2 y5 ]3 y5 k1 X% x1 y' oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; F/ y" k$ I: u0 ^; q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; j O9 D1 w0 u% i- Q! ^, ?' |, z# j# VHow you suffered for you sanity,
) `- o5 }/ K n1 `, DHow you tried to set them free,
- V) n! ~+ q/ p( J$ ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 t* _7 k, H9 K5 V, HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 z/ K! @; A; g) x; [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & w5 w; q$ a3 ]* S- t5 V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( f! t2 }9 q8 Y: k8 ?* W0 gWeathered 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& u, q2 ~8 t j. CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( l& A F# P+ |# N, KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - C$ [( `* t# a3 n8 h* E9 z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, B& v) V! t+ M6 n7 ~8 ]) uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 A8 q( W) S+ j4 |; oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. |' Z$ x- S; ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 \) z. \" Z/ ?0 ] ^) LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 p8 {. |' ]- y; s0 b3 OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. A* f/ u8 O3 S) `7 C2 Z
$ X1 b, ^ {0 U9 G6 e) aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 ^" g4 @9 t- A; {How you suffered for you sanity,
( a) d" V8 h3 I K4 E$ P: c" vHow you tried to set them free,
! ~0 z' H1 _% e2 W1 cThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 s& A$ [% j6 Y" |+ _& q$ xPerhaps they never will. |
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