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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 o) E5 x$ X2 a0 Z$ z3 nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; v- D# v T9 m, ? N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 h e: |9 o! B+ R2 v% bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 L7 V/ L+ L. `) v- {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" P3 o' N5 Z* H3 ?How you suffered for you sanity,
2 K" e5 ~) N0 d! V5 e7 D( ^) e* i1 ]How you tried to set them free, 1 d) @, a5 F, M: b$ f7 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; o8 y4 U r1 L1 W) i# C# ^% W O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) o' ^0 u# L( k3 z7 t. RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - ~+ l: y# c- m7 @: q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 s5 [! @, G8 A: k, wWeathered 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,
6 @2 |+ D8 o8 o% A) ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' [4 I, e6 C# |! u8 y# W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& \" z3 t9 \/ S* kBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' ?. T- i# q3 \# Z$ S: Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# S" j" d4 R; n. ^ K3 Q1 ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 ^7 R1 s4 a# D& K& H# h+ ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- i! o A2 q+ A* WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / {6 F8 X7 x( I9 X: B
, S; D1 `. N6 Z5 HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 @3 F4 C; ?% ~2 d3 q* f$ R
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 P+ r& N9 @9 \+ {How you tried to set them free,
$ `5 t8 k5 u+ ^: UThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. I" {2 i0 b% \9 _" \9 }5 pPerhaps they never will. |
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