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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 e, ^* R" |; Z. `+ s0 JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" a4 Z1 ~8 \1 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% f! f+ Y6 L) l) p& zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ q7 N, P# L5 e( ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 J, X$ n) {+ I7 rHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 N( o. W& o9 k7 R* {8 kHow you tried to set them free, ! a% Y& [ B7 \) `% j$ V1 Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' C$ |8 @1 E; p9 |, X. y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / g5 R. R8 p( ?" m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 O( ^! r n7 r. WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , `6 l& ]+ u% |" O& X' l N6 h% X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" X# r, X* Y1 P$ o* Z$ T4 M# IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' A7 j t4 W [/ Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 t4 D& c3 ~; `' |( ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 `8 I+ Q2 c5 V" G8 L; O; {But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 q; j5 B& S2 [: q) [- I4 F3 g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 I/ _1 V6 `: t$ z) Y' a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 O1 y: L4 ^# H* nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 n# @/ _; c# d- ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( ^' W$ y5 h! A; |. W; R, @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* \1 y9 W! a6 Q6 z- l# J" l, NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 P' m1 |) P: j HHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 K% R6 T* a JHow you tried to set them free,
" x# d) D; C1 P& l p. H4 H# OThey would not listen they're not listening still, : U( T4 | c# e" o
Perhaps they never will. |
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