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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) H6 `$ T/ C/ _$ f' V" o) T5 d$ j) ~4 YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 D4 U9 ^. d; G5 C7 c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. P. d1 y0 ~0 P9 Y4 B% E+ U( ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 z3 M( [. u. @5 x, D8 oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( D6 V* t/ \& B$ H$ t3 M
How you suffered for you sanity,
% |* d: M9 {: H% l1 u. ~0 RHow you tried to set them free,
7 Q5 @/ ^; A. J9 {( a \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 w( I/ m- r# M2 H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, i' @* U* e, L9 a2 V! m$ fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
C: F( B( b; }. lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 a; x& c/ o c3 i& C& lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ Y+ M; G! T0 O" W, N; \4 XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ y0 T9 b5 H* \3 b7 W4 ~% Q* hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) c1 L) K. u7 I( n8 ?$ h
You took your life as lovers ofter do, H; s2 e( C9 D( a
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 ^1 a0 [, Q" K& q6 w! ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 U, P% t4 p# ?# @0 Q& fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* W) z% b c5 X9 A& PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 ?/ s' V1 Y$ B6 B) E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # |. ], n: J5 C* l' @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 F3 N6 l' u" R2 C' R7 N+ w8 ^
How you suffered for you sanity,' _8 y0 y: C3 O) Y# M
How you tried to set them free, ' }( Q5 M" X( F4 k8 Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 h9 ]2 J: [( ?6 T1 U3 h) `+ S# Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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