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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) f1 G+ B5 P% ]/ \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ S, _2 R1 i5 s7 ?% X, Y! w; {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# y/ }% ~% a ^( a: t- S1 m' WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 t" X, U7 A/ P0 ^, t; o6 N" x% a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 z& x& P! {' e" k2 L
How you suffered for you sanity,
: _4 e, Y+ g* T4 @* DHow you tried to set them free,
+ t" M% g$ ^! x& f$ aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . d9 f+ q7 b9 B) e+ ^$ M& S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 N' s W4 n( p6 Y& k$ U, g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' j8 H r" v9 e/ G+ ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . K+ E7 V4 P4 [9 N8 `" s R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 z, w+ d* | q2 R" S) @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 Y1 k9 z" h7 u( u7 I" ~# }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' Y* e% m, s6 C) s3 A& Z F: D
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 B. v% S3 u) b. U* xBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 w& [. N8 `+ E u. @& S# W+ t& ?- o& k9 j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 _3 ^* p% d3 I+ n/ ^ m5 W4 |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 b# [$ e0 f6 L! G- H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - o/ `' J9 t$ T4 z, D4 q3 x* c( R2 Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " N) ~4 Z# \! G: j% g' K
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% P) a: o6 F9 p, n4 s% H$ [How you suffered for you sanity,
& ~: C. Q, Z& G4 rHow you tried to set them free, - E/ m3 k/ ~" O, F5 Y0 V# \' ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( r9 w- A7 d) M& a, C* u; ]. f. APerhaps they never will. |
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