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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ \; D2 c# Z$ u4 qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 X# `- Q" b5 _+ | K1 C* U, v8 M9 y6 DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- M& W, n; H( U6 \1 s+ d- gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ S2 o% [ i8 Y2 eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- w6 m4 J$ m9 x5 HHow you suffered for you sanity, ' `% q/ F8 p0 v+ J8 f* h- e
How you tried to set them free, + _. h a$ L( T. a- a5 k: w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) @3 w* x9 Q! j4 g& J- fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& A: H q9 t) Q w: oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 R0 ]# D, f# x9 E2 P! Q# s. J* g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' I" q' e- J' U! ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( j: v* i3 p2 M' N. E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) `( R' `/ Q* V/ C5 W! f
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 w9 W6 K$ ?7 L3 ]4 [0 n" uBut I could have told you, Vincent, / c: [3 g7 M5 ]' p$ a/ ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) E; j, _) z# J/ O8 TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( W* Z% V# Q& mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) R" j9 D/ H- A- y$ O/ wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 V9 c+ u6 C$ Q' K
8 B4 U r' t. I" ?; k. {6 DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" P1 o2 ?/ O _3 E7 S; }How you suffered for you sanity,/ D& R0 E5 _2 `0 |( w( m3 _
How you tried to set them free, 6 b2 C9 K/ i" D8 Z7 M; m
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; J( C D1 L! U* p6 zPerhaps they never will. |
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