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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( d7 f& e% }/ ~2 z3 z$ u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ }2 D* U3 N+ d! R: ^$ Q! VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 Y1 E h: }+ F7 x |' |* wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 C0 v7 |0 t$ `' u. p# Y4 _; ]9 S( L) G% ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,' X# Q1 H3 [ N8 n/ a# [
How you suffered for you sanity,
; I" E5 s7 d4 J1 y0 @4 SHow you tried to set them free,
4 b7 y0 B& N, ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* L1 B7 _2 ? e) E! f8 NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + d: V- b- i, F. @: ]+ {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% I1 F9 H6 z' V6 A$ lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 S& S% y- h' D% e" w+ ` D: QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 `& `0 I/ j) t; s8 P1 L
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
q4 w3 G1 [3 c* z3 A) G: O! eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( H0 b* }# V8 d/ wYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- m' `; I, I# p9 [4 Z( jBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' t, x( Z+ O4 C2 B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & ^$ E8 H1 M! y h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 p' R5 | D( }' f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 ?; g) n- [' L' A* t) iThe 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,
g5 Y6 I( x% Q) D: D, oHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 D0 F- D" P# a" E5 RHow you tried to set them free, # P4 N- ?8 v- T% _5 z% j
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ x) p( H0 Q0 R' {
Perhaps they never will. |
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