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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 |: S, a7 O3 f! T% M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ v, q# q' Y, R/ h3 qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 z4 \( k% e! T' a9 j, M) M6 V8 l. xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , ~! Z# ^% Y3 C* M& c+ \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, K8 O' n5 a5 Z( @ ]' iHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 ?4 [* O0 |/ f1 t8 N1 KHow you tried to set them free, 4 V) R' f3 A7 I+ ?& J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' O+ r) ^- ~% Z% u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! O8 w! z+ o4 G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# G) F' R G( S- U vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( R6 T/ R; M3 B6 O) _' ~1 n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 j8 q. j. `; k7 `For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! x4 C; J+ i" p" Z: x% ~9 HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , Z2 M9 `' j7 @) K" M
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 f) u, c. y9 ^ s( N, N
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ {8 }- S, `. R3 L, j! A; K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 J0 v: l7 E$ }9 Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' q* t" U' f6 B0 lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( S# m% P4 G" }$ [* Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 g: q2 F, j1 ?2 v0 V1 R, H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 w- F7 w3 I+ I' t5 X( ]0 uHow you suffered for you sanity,2 D6 j8 i2 C( p% z% ?6 f
How you tried to set them free,
" V* l) m6 T0 J7 |They would not listen they're not listening still,
. A3 y: e( n: p8 A5 w! D S5 p& ZPerhaps they never will. |
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