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8 c4 G* a0 C1 WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 `2 F# g- L8 J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' h; \9 U8 p: w, QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# Z) x; C- j5 `6 |( M$ W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: m; l p [/ Z6 H1 `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 b7 i& k2 A* _5 O( t+ m" ?How you suffered for you sanity,
& f; D( y& V6 L# r1 A: @How you tried to set them free,
% @! k. C, U5 A5 {/ e8 z, gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( t9 a8 L' L- `3 W. p1 JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 O( s) a+ k! [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' x! C% o l+ t8 |0 k+ q, U: R. ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 _$ J+ K6 w+ `0 h! m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % K8 u9 z) U) x6 W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : K+ y7 N6 U, D: _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # M* P" ]' w8 H1 k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 ]$ {) t; `* x$ f- j% ~But I could have told you, Vincent, ( y" N% J4 a! N! r: ~& \( m3 T, B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 J3 m* Y& ~) p. B' GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 B" v- A( ^& t* M" S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' n: ? i* Y5 C# h0 f# \The 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,
3 |, Q) ~/ v- y3 o' |' uHow you suffered for you sanity,. K ]. X2 M; J7 y, o
How you tried to set them free,
- b. ^9 o5 s4 t9 hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. n% S+ m! x; O* @- xPerhaps they never will. |
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