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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / B4 L1 A0 M6 P+ y. S# r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% P/ g* j3 g; Q7 j! DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. N- l% ?- `1 n5 J. WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " N+ x' V5 M7 [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% l* e4 z% h& |6 q1 R1 gHow you suffered for you sanity, % R: o0 ^6 u; _0 V3 p
How you tried to set them free,
e1 l7 o8 ?8 l6 m! `$ j! jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 {% {" h2 }: }+ CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; ?9 R5 I7 k: R$ u- M& ~- m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
[7 D# f- j, v6 GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 \- D1 M/ J7 ?: m* T- X3 B- U$ |. bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 W {: e Y6 h0 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ \3 d. N A2 Z# l8 B6 CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' D* I% K& q6 u1 W( ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) B2 B/ D5 q( ~; D6 dBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; K; ]9 r4 S5 ]* O, w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. @# T1 w7 r# c" ?1 w0 R4 T* P! IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! w$ V D R% F3 nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- N0 F* D3 s+ \1 |6 TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , b. _7 D& J7 D9 U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 F- q3 D( w+ b" T6 HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 e, H- D D1 O+ W6 X/ w2 L
How you suffered for you sanity,
: M L# [4 N1 w1 c. `- b6 U: O8 tHow you tried to set them free,
2 M% V3 @2 |) i& m9 y$ b5 W; k: LThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 n- m8 K: r# J" ]5 {Perhaps they never will. |
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