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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 [! n6 W# L& p) B6 I$ QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# a) D7 I6 E8 y j% n/ h& \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 T, }0 V3 B! {: U$ d2 E4 s& p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
P; [0 g7 t( G( \# N6 V9 ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me," H% T2 \- J& y4 j" [$ y. u
How you suffered for you sanity, . s* z9 U( q" U2 m3 C' ~
How you tried to set them free, 7 a# e# p+ R# W9 h1 c3 Z9 c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / I5 F, r( O- {" _2 [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ J+ w. h! Z0 N" p. S9 i/ X( A. b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. P9 s$ P9 l0 F. J5 t- B! `$ V/ G% fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 {: l! N5 d6 [( P) \* Y$ e# m/ g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; ~9 I8 r- s/ X4 LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - P) _/ d" i5 p2 @0 i6 @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , ]; r# x, l5 p* }
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% g7 u0 O; ~7 F/ f! d4 S( S% wBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 k0 d. H7 ~+ V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 J2 g3 O- D* x4 K" v% z) eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 t8 ~8 |4 b* eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! h% k' C! u/ R, c8 g# g) oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 l6 ~3 R7 b; n M8 k" ~) oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, g% F5 D G* v6 z2 v! ~4 VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ E; N2 Q; N; F+ F V( iHow you suffered for you sanity, H8 n/ O* Y$ y3 B+ b
How you tried to set them free, 4 }9 j% U/ T. A. n
They would not listen they're not listening still, / O1 `- _2 [6 W3 J" V
Perhaps they never will. |
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