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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, x' p# a/ s$ M6 o( Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
~- @/ l3 E" _' U0 s$ NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 [+ u- P$ g* d0 q' r$ ~9 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 {' Q' k0 B) O. x/ ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 D8 O) n! u% F1 `! R' f. F2 M
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 D6 i7 b' W$ J4 Y7 U& y
How you tried to set them free, 4 K1 f9 ?* Z$ p; O, M7 P6 K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : F+ C6 O9 _, R4 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ D1 Z- G3 s8 b) F* N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 {% a8 C2 } h- wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 ?0 d# c+ d D7 ]& A9 B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 [) n) M: g) I- _! yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! r2 z* I! G r# f( ?- Q6 N- lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, l4 [2 I7 r8 \5 K$ _. t% V
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 S/ c9 g* I a8 @" ~( ]( o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! Q( \" ^4 \; i* Y" a; PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 l$ g; E- i" p& B, i' BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 T% G6 A$ k+ t* C9 P$ I1 S- LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 I; y9 S" p" m3 {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 j3 P* L E8 |* o2 \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 c# \5 |$ u7 H3 f! M, R5 ~0 G7 vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* g8 B: I) [) z. s' \8 |How you suffered for you sanity,
: g8 }6 q0 V+ X8 b$ EHow you tried to set them free, 7 Z3 |4 ~6 }' M3 k2 c6 m% Y/ G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( H5 S' ~0 R) \; \4 zPerhaps they never will. |
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