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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
F5 K2 W: A7 [* B$ T0 ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # m l' [) a. n9 j& ~ T& b0 K& [" M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," Y' w8 a" L2 l# x0 p4 H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 }/ A- O5 A# H/ E/ [3 v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. p+ p0 Y$ G7 S; ]% G1 w
How you suffered for you sanity,
- a- ]& u* l/ `; M' Y# rHow you tried to set them free,
, L' q8 p+ r3 y. s$ U. AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / f; S/ k2 K/ ]' X' M. j5 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ x0 |/ K7 |3 [* w: A3 `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 Z6 _, }9 E4 Y6 W; X: V9 y* h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) n) V' ]9 ~- V) y/ [" d' YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 h x! Z: P6 W8 B9 D! v1 f
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- t( o! D) V1 j U% }4 nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 M: R: A' H& \' LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & i- j ~! S% C7 b1 U8 ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ v5 |/ w8 k% \/ PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 [4 O$ a6 S. s' W+ u9 F* I
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) _- p! N$ M3 C/ S, @: N( Z3 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) L- `% { ~+ m0 R) e+ ?) \' XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # i7 B/ C4 N+ S+ E6 L. I
The 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, - `* f: [' G; ]! _% Q2 d. N
How you suffered for you sanity,) u- P" x( h! N/ q6 r3 a
How you tried to set them free, + ]5 U$ p* A4 R. U+ }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ T8 P0 s$ [/ x B* V5 M$ |$ YPerhaps they never will. |
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