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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + R9 j' u8 G7 {! b* X6 n, H& q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 W+ t" L! `6 h: J+ kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* N4 A! s& ^4 X1 z, X6 o4 p* G$ i, E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 C. L0 \) H0 Y7 |' y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 d9 ]7 R5 U6 X7 l; L" I. F
How you suffered for you sanity,
. r# R6 I. x3 h6 ]How you tried to set them free, & a7 b [) {) @2 v6 ]8 ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 _% Z' r8 x: k3 i, N9 [* s, p, jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( e: s4 S+ |. e2 R$ V) v" PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - k; Y7 D; C7 a: }: v* h* k+ W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # `4 G0 ~* h; |! T# J) w" V& k! ?
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,
0 C1 N( `& U7 y' k4 a- b4 m9 U0 cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- T7 ^' w+ g) e4 w6 @9 ]You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. x7 p1 Y6 }) j0 H" j9 |But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 b( p+ |' z; {1 G( a) Z: z( ?5 ?; f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; o, F/ k$ A: G& u4 a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ n( o# I1 y1 q9 i( M7 b' a! I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 V: [. A9 r* }; R7 ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! \0 i: h! ~: o9 ^8 `* oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: C3 D8 E" k1 o( G% T7 E6 g0 j7 hHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 D5 P( J* W; |! PHow you tried to set them free,
* d! x- x, V# V2 V2 m& K3 ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
; a. A$ y9 a3 J/ |# i8 X5 bPerhaps they never will. |
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