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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 O' e! A/ P$ x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
K5 i+ z* p# j" @! o8 n3 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 E# |5 F" b2 s f4 j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ a2 W* q* P* b( C4 s9 eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. n- @9 |# x" w- Y Y+ G- C3 I2 D
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 D6 p4 j6 U6 s- j: q, L4 l3 Y
How you tried to set them free,
9 l5 O' r3 P+ y+ b* v# m& @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; P( G7 v7 `9 R2 U9 c0 sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + X0 j6 H* b' e: h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& |$ Y3 u( g2 \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( `/ t8 H" f* bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " G) a1 Y0 V. ]& T% ~: z
* E& M% K2 r9 O# p9 }* b9 IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, P& @; A1 N8 v. w% L4 L& K& `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ O W8 Q4 [! Q dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ @( R! } ?& b7 EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# e9 g1 m+ Q9 r7 ?4 h& bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & W x, }" |" R$ D2 Q1 f
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 F3 }" b# s! b0 c; ?" [, `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: B- q7 o1 @2 U- @" vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 x1 t/ K; Z7 Q; Q$ FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 B8 m9 @& D7 h1 F+ k8 Y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- [# G1 E$ i9 s2 A1 I4 u5 y, RHow you suffered for you sanity,) f1 D$ Q3 O2 b) f' H! f
How you tried to set them free, 4 ?- h& C& |# K" O8 z$ }7 v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, e7 P4 F3 K' G9 bPerhaps they never will. |
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