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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 A# V9 g2 _2 B' R0 G* ~9 vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, V; l: f5 p; ]: u8 r- m$ D5 gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: U4 M3 c; j. A& N e8 b" l7 ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( B) p( v4 ^3 K: JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 i; O$ K$ e; U2 H& Z* IHow you suffered for you sanity, : F j7 g' j- h/ v6 D# g; U. h
How you tried to set them free, ! w7 e" i6 X- ~' p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 V+ l- `8 S' r' A9 u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) i& n3 h: D# Y! o1 J0 |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + K1 U" S4 a) ~5 A7 J- P) c" r0 ~" n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! c4 h! H# t) M3 `4 n; H$ JWeathered 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,
7 q/ ^/ S" c. O5 ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * {& ^ J2 r/ P( I$ Q" b! R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) c: J/ [' K H# x. _5 j f
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" J+ R( s6 U) {, y2 \8 ^7 jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ }. `# p! B: V6 r: v0 o% cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! Z: P: F H3 j7 j8 |0 }+ yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) ]) n7 O- |* J9 ]* j) }4 `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 t' d0 J' X" p3 R3 R8 A' V vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! d" ^9 M8 ^4 A/ N4 A4 a J; `* w
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. g$ R. |( N: nHow you suffered for you sanity,
- E4 `# G5 ^# p) J- h' zHow you tried to set them free,
2 y8 v$ P9 B% HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ W4 J7 U7 m9 _1 o2 ?Perhaps they never will. |
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