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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( F- f3 ]: K, {6 K5 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 b6 D4 q, D1 P: s5 ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 L; l% v: N5 v' y# y2 ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 s7 E9 e4 f( g I: w/ G. D3 M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! [: Z5 A( ~" q: I+ p [; h0 h
How you suffered for you sanity,
% O* @. o* u8 iHow you tried to set them free,
# ?, ?: j3 V( x. |2 O6 cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # L0 G- p. h7 F: P# E! O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* ^8 x/ d: B) @5 F) V$ k0 c2 @0 `$ n! OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 Q' p# R& c9 r! E* ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ v9 ^0 x, W& O6 ~0 Q! L/ w* _. dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / T8 N0 I! y4 L" ^) X9 p2 l/ A
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 k" m: W+ E: d. A2 r* w- l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 [4 A9 f2 |; B) U6 U# XYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) b# X) [7 S3 r( ^5 i3 h
But I could have told you, Vincent, " I7 t2 m5 Q0 r3 ~' S& Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 ^) ]+ H7 e2 [1 NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 C/ x/ Z8 E( k6 s; f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ n C& T& Z5 Y9 A! S; r8 O2 \( HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " G7 h- _7 N1 u- G) n
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,
1 \' _# t1 f! h# o' f0 O2 I/ nHow you suffered for you sanity,) _4 Z( E8 M: |# x0 y! ]0 i
How you tried to set them free,
, w, ]4 @* v! f: i. m" oThey would not listen they're not listening still, : n+ a! l( f9 e- F0 m
Perhaps they never will. |
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