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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % ?, ?2 V$ T& p% Q( `4 P( M; [& _8 ^# x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 E# m4 L7 s+ g/ L4 @" j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ H$ y& J- d+ j. I# {. X& I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 X' o. c5 v- y4 A* A4 U2 |Now I understand what you tried to say to me, w; a6 x" R: _* Y, @: H
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 r) V1 y/ H* W: ~/ ^) ]# aHow you tried to set them free, ; u3 [$ t- C3 }- b6 z3 [* I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: x2 ^- ?+ n: g; o. NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) P4 H5 Y6 Z0 B2 j' _3 m1 HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 _3 O7 q& b4 @* vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) I2 H$ i: L7 S; m$ Y
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, 3 F4 D; b- l8 A& B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, e0 s/ f4 B/ O; [
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 [. d) v" P' |9 t; u6 a0 FBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. G4 Y( W9 { jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- V' [) o8 n' y4 E8 L* i( ~6 tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# b/ ` n( f# b8 |# t! QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, B+ }3 x- N1 y0 _8 `6 D7 T2 |- C! sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; H$ b" r, S6 s6 D( t) F( D* ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & c3 |+ {6 f0 q- c$ @8 k& G/ I0 i6 o" t
; V- e3 \8 R( HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) w( @' B8 \; O" U: @& G6 y& V
How you suffered for you sanity,
?0 { ]# u& N0 b4 O+ QHow you tried to set them free,
! S. E# k7 ~. s) ]0 z% W, j& VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, }# K( r; h6 E0 O8 P9 pPerhaps they never will. |
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