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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: d8 L/ v: \, I0 O) c# vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 j. K s4 f: T1 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 H/ z6 T9 ]5 B7 f9 [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; B* B3 f0 p% k8 u! Q4 s/ i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. K; R5 y* r# V- PHow you suffered for you sanity, - J$ K- c0 B/ d6 S- ^6 \5 l
How you tried to set them free, 9 w/ \* t h1 K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : l$ Q. \; u' m" _% Q3 c1 Y5 K# {6 \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! ]9 C& \7 a6 K8 h2 S" gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + F7 H' U5 I) c/ j/ f* @% d* G) V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: i$ Z% w) V& D7 {3 h hWeathered 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,
( A n$ A& J: Y; v( b4 R8 @/ G9 nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 W5 Z9 Z$ [* d7 U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + i! Z, m1 w) J+ {' ~2 D5 T+ T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ p2 U$ Z( l* T/ [ {6 i" SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # o. c$ g# L" P* F' L: _2 k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 O1 e5 R% ?+ b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ ]" ]$ E; M6 K R8 Y) tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 g; A& S; N% W6 r0 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 m7 S) G" e9 [5 o
How you suffered for you sanity,
, p$ v, Z" \- IHow you tried to set them free, ( o# C6 }0 l. x6 Q
They would not listen they're not listening still, : |- Z. c( {1 k' U& s* d
Perhaps they never will. |
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