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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, J: D9 N/ D7 q; HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 `* H, }- j2 ~5 s; T: Q& a, nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- M& E# a# {6 ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 ?+ I6 w, ^$ C2 w7 j: r d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. t# ~8 f1 A* x! q. T8 Q# l8 HHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ z' p! M1 m- Y" i/ C# pHow you tried to set them free, 1 B$ \* v9 I' M/ J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" M' X6 u5 z: l9 X: \+ w* GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" s4 C: c3 ^* {# j7 H- `4 }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' V) |# ]0 N7 |8 e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 L' ~% Q9 e/ Z1 E, s' j/ d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : c1 _, m2 w1 H# }/ m
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' T7 j- z6 q2 |" f7 x) lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) m4 G1 Z+ _. `( x2 _/ _) ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) g; \1 q, L- P, e. R/ M% J. ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ a/ d4 x2 d4 g" Z: Q4 ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " F5 R! |4 k/ e! g" T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & Y; Y* H7 ?6 H7 N2 G4 s/ p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 Z- O( E- k/ ?: ~& F8 N7 _) PThe 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,
% L2 Z, D! R% `3 a" @How you suffered for you sanity,
3 {. J& D* K# w$ H# y" A( q$ t$ X) BHow you tried to set them free,
+ Z* s- L, Y& l3 A5 \ {They would not listen they're not listening still, - S& |: V8 t+ r% A
Perhaps they never will. |
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