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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( J" k, x' v" \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% |+ |) E) F# x; H9 Q" uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( `' W! D+ R5 `( a5 J% W }* g0 F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 _$ \6 B$ N' ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 {4 v" K+ F6 S& Y4 U4 R
How you suffered for you sanity,
; S+ _; k# b( S4 kHow you tried to set them free,
8 ?" V: K( {6 _4 L/ c! E6 WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & ?' D/ d* ?, w8 Z7 f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) G7 f+ `& }2 ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 w. r8 x/ i) Z) @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' y* ?9 q# l9 u7 ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- i! q$ F. I. f: b/ PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 \5 P* M. T5 t& R0 sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 @7 c" ^+ S: M% r) ?You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 L0 @7 N* s# p' e# c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 {! S/ D- @1 Z3 u+ p3 y' g3 cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " l) i9 d/ J$ j1 q0 s, e
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ g' n7 W& a1 B4 y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ Z7 B3 y, u% E1 D. U8 Q3 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 `) @9 O6 V/ }" }5 |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, " S. h9 l9 }) T/ N/ c/ M+ [
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 P* u# T% y D; N' w# ~6 CHow you tried to set them free, - }2 P, L3 h& r; s6 P1 u- c: Q6 T$ j
They would not listen they're not listening still, x. F- ^5 |* j: {( x
Perhaps they never will. |
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