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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ n) n }7 U, D* {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 e. P' p2 v1 y0 o1 p, C& n, ^8 k9 @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# h& z6 t# V: b; L3 V% BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 m* A* K; b- R7 ~: `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ Y+ i4 w3 u; t+ EHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ I9 P# I! Q0 f, \/ p/ OHow you tried to set them free,
! t" D& r I. ]2 I9 HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 L8 W/ _# N# G, _0 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 W- l7 b/ e* w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# b$ Q: V7 v5 X* w. U6 f# i/ dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . X" g; Q# H/ N- g8 a5 N% j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 i4 y" J% c6 M0 G- MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / d- |6 ]0 e' c8 }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- ?% K0 n* B8 u* E6 \7 gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; ?( k9 \8 n: e6 \/ ^But I could have told you, Vincent, - |2 z$ d! K- k, h7 E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 ?2 |* p9 \+ \1 @0 }* O5 H- FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * Q6 R1 z- t8 Z8 x7 X, }/ T8 A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ Y0 m! q" w p) Y7 W+ ~( c; D/ k2 ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ \) o: N$ l* d, I9 ~* AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 p5 u; T; p% b! e* \6 O, lHow you suffered for you sanity,
) X4 n' K2 K7 qHow you tried to set them free,
: T: B5 X* h% z2 B _They would not listen they're not listening still,
* M: _# m+ `" j0 l" l GPerhaps they never will. |
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