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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % u9 N0 B6 J; ^/ {0 |( A/ v Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. K: W$ Y k. ~ k$ C! ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 ]# d' y y& {7 H4 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) q7 R8 t( Z. `6 n! h# ]3 Y9 w: YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 |7 O, Q& w fHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 r- N6 H7 b% E8 ~4 B
How you tried to set them free,
g+ }( w" n( i; z6 v1 |# mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 R0 M; K2 A8 G# l* R3 e$ T4 a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " {0 I* s( y2 [7 ]+ |- S& N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* C' b* C D8 r [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) F" @/ G. ~2 e+ D$ SWeathered 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,
! e, S8 F! W6 M8 x1 h' ?- F# fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: l, `4 f& M. ~2 K. T# _+ PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 b' y+ \9 J8 G. {3 }8 y0 }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# o$ r2 V8 ]& J9 }: R jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" l8 ^( [8 ?* FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, K. k9 M) b9 m$ `1 n" lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 q7 P) x6 m$ B6 ]5 m. \* |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, x+ @- G4 R3 o0 l4 l. @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 S+ _" H" Z7 H# x+ O8 ^- w
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 {% @' e: }) B1 tHow you suffered for you sanity,; @1 C0 k5 |' O5 Y
How you tried to set them free,
( J% B$ Q' U/ K8 {; yThey would not listen they're not listening still, : w2 M- \2 M3 I& N4 {
Perhaps they never will. |
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