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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ G- S# I+ L: l1 B, a* M7 qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 c. n) V D6 \- h- S; ~8 `4 U; NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
K0 S/ q* M# F5 [2 n$ f2 N: l( @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, i K) x) n |( w0 M4 z$ o# o' b5 }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ }5 q1 ~9 `6 B3 b- lHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 o" j! K; K" o s+ c
How you tried to set them free,
, o. K3 ^) }- p. F+ E" t6 B# fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : E+ R, C/ Y- D7 r$ Q% C; P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 `2 v' x9 H9 e, @- G4 F$ l. t! \! V" M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" s, F1 U C8 i5 B2 {3 ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 j% u, @1 o* o2 g$ f5 Y) A# jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: a% g' G% d% JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ P0 W3 H1 J D3 E; g) S( a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - C; L2 s: ~& k7 }1 r( B) {
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 d" r) ]8 c1 f hBut I could have told you, Vincent, + a- |0 G+ c9 Z, M% \8 A8 `! O: G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 F. N7 s& ^9 L1 h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " c& n0 Y+ ]' o! N$ i6 i5 p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - G2 M( U! m0 } {5 H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ S. x+ k! T2 L9 m8 m. E7 ?
& J5 N1 c% y5 INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 \0 ^+ h5 d& i% Z, |How you suffered for you sanity,/ U2 H7 v+ k3 ~: x
How you tried to set them free,
5 [8 A- S6 l, | ~% q( mThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; O' F+ d |& y5 M1 u) O
Perhaps they never will. |
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