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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ I, G/ y+ g% LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 V4 F4 ]$ Q8 g2 fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# A3 W. ^9 C1 k2 |9 ]+ {7 e/ @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 ?& O; x. x+ ]) k4 m/ ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me," m9 ~' ^1 z3 d: h3 E/ _! ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 H0 o* m0 w+ x# Q- c- uHow you tried to set them free,
9 D; E$ m% o0 v0 W e' i- dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' i v$ W5 y# z2 ]( k& RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " J6 h8 H8 r- B9 Z7 F) Z6 G3 {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * d2 v4 ?+ y# l! r0 v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 D7 L* B# T; \8 b) ^+ N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + n/ K7 [% j& A S/ g
" T% N, m8 U( e; NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, ^7 _4 a, J% H: ^7 X8 q6 lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . N# h. J, I; d" F3 I9 o
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' D7 ] {1 Q( ]& N) n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 Z/ t7 t- `2 Y: K& N1 eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 f" C$ g9 c( `/ y% r% i) Q& F! n' e
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 ^! g. G+ b, E" b. q! dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 R" K' X) e- ]) q. S4 jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% i& V( U3 u# Y% z+ l: \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 ]# \% g* z0 Z# U9 Y2 |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* }) v( Q: I# ]2 gHow you suffered for you sanity,# G% \1 Z, V Q9 E2 n7 f% `
How you tried to set them free, * G2 _" I' _8 E- f1 [: u4 u% R
They would not listen they're not listening still, " @! @' i( `" c2 \8 p( b3 i a" o- ^
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