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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 ]7 ?' @& r0 wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, K- V" E6 Z- \1 q uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; j0 f% e1 \9 u5 ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 J0 e* H2 E( @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% F9 B D# y; P1 r( QHow you suffered for you sanity, ) H3 J* u a% b* m) w% S6 o8 }
How you tried to set them free, 1 }1 @9 P" k% p7 Z$ A% b1 \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: f0 V# _$ | m7 `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 j! \/ n4 X7 X M) ^; Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 c' s& K3 ^! J% g( ]0 e' `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! \) h; Y- ]. y' F+ r* r$ M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 f5 x6 x9 X( z5 oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 K A B$ _/ q! g( A8 b4 y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ a+ I4 M2 _) y6 N" I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* h: A N G7 ?' X# DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' {+ @( B6 @% h! l& YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 t5 w( G# J/ m5 D7 IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % H" x/ ^ e- T- K% k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 G7 M( K& B- j E) {' w/ O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
@/ h+ C9 t% j) eThe 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, / J. G" B$ u; E" |/ C9 X) U
How you suffered for you sanity,2 n4 S$ n& q: H8 X% W
How you tried to set them free,
/ I' N6 e* t9 YThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, z8 `1 r; k% ^2 r \6 z/ gPerhaps they never will. |
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