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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- S* @) h' s! a, ^& {: ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( J5 j3 n# ?$ n/ R/ G! l4 W" z9 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. j. d' t: z" b% u3 k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 z, C- q$ l5 s; `( C% E7 |- P/ n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( q5 H% N. q/ y
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 I9 X5 \& }; nHow you tried to set them free, / Y/ U0 I6 X" b% t% v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 A+ R9 M/ L6 X8 b/ h% c6 P8 b) g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" S/ f/ C3 u/ N' U; d1 ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, o% ]( S: y- k$ U( u- k! QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% b* X$ }- T4 G+ N6 x- e+ AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! N9 a7 l7 Z3 a! Z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / P3 }% G+ q$ @7 N2 @+ A' [) B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ \& X/ y8 S: CYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) T! I- h" t/ m0 Y8 ^9 H6 v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 ^0 }+ n2 e+ q6 M2 uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# M; O& P* z+ e0 e r4 ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; y2 L3 }" T4 U$ v) ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 u& t- k$ X- r3 B& W gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. F' {: Y# ~& N2 f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 f3 f. ?7 S1 R+ f
How you suffered for you sanity,
: W z1 i0 y$ v& v6 U# FHow you tried to set them free,
% R5 a; O0 Y0 o" O: C/ \They would not listen they're not listening still, # X$ ]) l @1 P+ h4 G9 T; ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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