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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # j# e- F' F# t& f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ X2 ]/ [( ] @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 f. I; ~- K0 `" `: u( T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 {8 x3 ]1 m# g( K2 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: s1 c* p# S. m0 [
How you suffered for you sanity, _! K( N1 z9 r1 F& Y8 o5 k. K
How you tried to set them free,
! S. x7 b7 e) C) UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. ~) t9 s' ^9 a# c5 s6 }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + t2 K- ?; V& Y9 r/ o" `) C( O, U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 ]5 ~/ j! G: W- P& E: i$ C2 @5 t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! ?+ t1 E, ]. X% N+ |4 a8 {/ a; iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 h% l% T. ?& M# `& L% k5 v
2 @, c1 }! I. A! n7 X; wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 L7 ^0 o& |" u5 C4 hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 @7 Q0 H! \7 i( K. R; GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / Y# \- d$ a( R- e& k) ?
But I could have told you, Vincent, " T V6 \. \7 V/ s; V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ e: o0 `3 B# y( X3 h( NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! d$ P' G _# t( F' R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# V- t3 l1 h6 f+ U" E$ {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 E. a& F2 \" O6 }: Z# C4 U" ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 F9 c( P% ^# rHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ G) \0 H$ }9 r9 n4 I. OHow you tried to set them free,
) y1 {; T% L% |! {They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 V9 y7 W# ~2 z/ I8 n% r
Perhaps they never will. |
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