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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 y; R. |5 C, b# n5 w& }% ^. pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' g0 ]2 V) W: @' [2 q2 hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 _% A ~1 T" M B) WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- q: N! W. m2 e& s; n' oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 J9 M$ y5 \) f5 y: @How you suffered for you sanity,
/ V) Z* \3 W. vHow you tried to set them free, / _: W. T$ D: z0 }4 p5 D: w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( R. j7 r9 w G, N( A% {6 j, M' \2 P' F4 l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - \/ E1 r7 G' b& `* u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 p6 N1 ?5 ~! ^ x1 u' ]. RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ `# [+ u2 W, |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / |% [4 Q4 k5 u* g
) y1 Q" m' x+ l0 B7 CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + i }* K2 a; }; }" Y4 v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& B) q- M5 f2 c5 Q2 r* O- vYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! n0 P0 j- j( \But I could have told you, Vincent, ! W3 |- {, I. V" o& f3 I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ \, @& `* X& r+ KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! G" p9 ]& i3 y; l; xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 h- j7 T" k3 A i' b: E; z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 z+ U/ I5 ?% M7 p: J4 ?6 c* v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' p5 {% o s# o/ j" h! DHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 ^7 e* `/ E8 K/ [5 QHow you tried to set them free, 1 e9 h" w G( H# q! c8 X: \$ x: A
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' R# u% m% A) Q" \
Perhaps they never will. |
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