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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / D9 j" f9 u. E- l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 ~- G7 K2 x. g9 j" J" lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
g$ n( \: G/ M. XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# F& C r, m" w4 J+ F& rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- u6 U9 J6 }5 i) T" y m( u zHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 S* Q r& n N Q" P* O3 T
How you tried to set them free, : M- W9 h8 i" ]8 i# l* O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 Z5 G7 t9 S- j5 H/ S+ w1 xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, B& H U/ g3 C1 }/ C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, C- n9 w+ G, X9 QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 e$ ~/ `# [4 c4 ~% \
Weathered 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, d, T0 A# G! F0 I5 N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' h8 W8 Z. S6 d, r$ r7 [You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; [ j% `* J! P8 A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 v& k7 }" I7 W, b. j2 `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) l6 z# b; H' \: h: z6 T/ U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + A: \" W/ n6 e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : C& p$ Y5 j2 I5 d$ ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 c4 S5 [4 l. K+ P: |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 o$ V5 X" X1 |* z0 v! W7 `
How you suffered for you sanity,& b9 b& S3 F8 L% y0 H4 z
How you tried to set them free,
! [4 L( G0 d/ d. {5 GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ E, }% E5 M" v! ]! uPerhaps they never will. |
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