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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( x& f5 F( l6 ~; z( b* V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 c* i, ^, ]2 t+ z E- E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* L C& d. r- t/ W4 T( E0 ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # ^. B, M# B2 ]0 t* f9 B* F" d" O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; p$ C1 n# u5 T* _( }+ F1 r2 l3 \How you suffered for you sanity, + `7 S2 m, c; @! J
How you tried to set them free,
" U( Y5 Y7 y3 H9 g2 yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 k8 Y) V/ ^. ?0 q, D Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) _1 P7 P5 G2 jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# G" ~" w* @7 P l4 y( O" W" lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 w/ s# h0 [( d1 RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ E+ D( B1 d C) XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% J5 g/ _( \/ I& n: X; C/ cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 V8 h7 \# v$ l$ } k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# _4 n" `2 v6 o# M% f+ rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 ]8 o6 c! A YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & T7 D9 M- |; W9 c' m9 T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 g$ W6 S& j# Z* Z) OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # U9 U( m$ I# A1 Y& P% G: q
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 v7 L# @% E. u h; aHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 M# I( N* ^9 L3 d7 t THow you tried to set them free,
- G; b% N9 i& i; |) [8 f/ \9 ^! ? PThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 B R$ t. u) [. \2 Q* D
Perhaps they never will. |
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