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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# a7 w4 {, B4 o& NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) G3 f2 p% Z: C2 J$ ~0 lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* c4 a' a g# I4 c3 {2 pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( ]0 M8 l: m8 B; D9 h$ {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- i3 p- ~0 T0 h* @
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 X5 m( l K3 U, XHow you tried to set them free, 7 ]+ K- m/ O. Z; \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 @1 F4 z* h6 M: A5 kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - M) ?4 R7 i1 @" U6 [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# x- K# L/ A1 m* E% OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : r- t1 ~8 G& m) M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! @, { _. u& w# a8 b' `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 Y8 g# z$ W/ a% T& L9 o3 z6 rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 w$ j% U( {& y D$ i9 F8 |2 KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. w; T6 G2 ]& x$ Z7 H% r% t) T$ \But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 L8 O; F7 e$ E" c* g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. u/ B8 M p! b9 b3 v+ a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, J7 a e. F6 D K' W9 y# wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, ]" Z. {5 g; \9 G: ^6 bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: `% O' F/ p8 c5 j8 zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % `2 V7 ?: U7 l* s+ u' `& `
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" E7 x, }% w1 mHow you suffered for you sanity,
& M$ g# R( d3 |( r( W; n( [How you tried to set them free, 6 e! M/ }* v/ |/ x( I8 R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* V3 C0 z5 O r1 X3 E: c9 [Perhaps they never will. |
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