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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 W2 X8 ?0 K' o1 ?! T ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& q9 s2 \! X: i* M1 OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 `# V+ G4 Y+ A5 \$ @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ k" Y4 Y: v3 r! W' r' T. O& SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 F7 i' b3 ^ f T+ c3 i4 u$ U
How you suffered for you sanity, ! W2 R/ |, E- {/ [* l X
How you tried to set them free, , D& ^+ ?, n6 z1 ]7 o6 W4 g d' Q2 F3 o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) e( J! s V; |7 H! |' h; U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' x- m& {2 z1 {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 w4 ]2 [8 D! N0 P' I3 M N; ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; W+ U- \" o" o. T/ @! kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 Z& `( S6 A/ T" l' m' s' uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 {) [' `+ y; c) o p/ }; o. v) KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 d# ^- p6 T- _$ |% y. AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ k' B7 }6 K" l KBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 F7 @$ J' H( W& ]+ G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " ]: ?9 f$ D) a8 ?- A" m2 r% B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 w# {+ ^& @2 B2 k* o+ f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 Y. W' G5 [0 } g; OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 A5 I$ e/ P! k' q- W2 y
2 B" B0 P. P% }( a9 ?$ \( FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 {4 k4 G$ h/ M) k. pHow you suffered for you sanity, I' }# C5 S" U4 g) ?% D/ {
How you tried to set them free,
, H# H' X, ]( F0 [ k0 ^+ @( uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: U& e0 ~, t! s3 R4 uPerhaps they never will. |
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