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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( D" y7 A4 X# n3 cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) z7 g- X6 A: X% rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ q3 ]0 v: h% T2 ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & _" G- }+ M" m5 F- e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 q% A) g7 d0 ^1 K* R& y8 g5 P
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ U$ R7 c' T7 j LHow you tried to set them free, 2 s. e+ W0 K6 V2 z+ W# |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 I! n7 h" q9 Z4 f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
q. D4 b$ s' t0 [0 l) n7 E DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ V" E" Y. _( j2 F8 }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 F. J3 V: K* [9 O* H+ D3 H0 ^) ?( uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 x0 u ^( n' o
7 [1 i& T$ ^# m: JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : M) U' a9 S8 q! U2 N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & H) B% N4 |# C9 ~$ a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& \/ H7 l& L: D2 V# d) G* ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 h4 }# K! u7 bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 I. l+ e( O3 T+ \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, R( j1 q9 o0 u0 T. [! XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( S3 u$ z6 g, ^* r0 R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 D2 ]5 N4 }- j; L1 RHow you suffered for you sanity,. N: [! n# q& |" w8 p9 J
How you tried to set them free, B6 | F' w6 o7 {2 X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 o5 f$ I6 A! `5 IPerhaps they never will. |
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