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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / ^5 C6 ~) J" k! s8 ^* _, P v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & u9 K& m6 C) n1 r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 H# W& v+ `0 Z$ A" y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" L+ n; s5 P( }! V. {, pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 ^. f! e' y) b
How you suffered for you sanity,
* z0 b% k9 D3 y1 | BHow you tried to set them free, ( P; R& p8 S! ?+ F" F& S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. f$ m2 ^. b! {) ~$ S: ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% c! r4 c, T8 ?& b: a/ a3 l! q+ n! XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( X1 Q! A& e3 D6 ]8 a& d& d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 |2 k* v) W O- y7 s1 I/ K" mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : M2 e6 i' o; T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 P5 g, ~+ c6 q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 _2 A7 @2 K% z! d
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, Q1 ~/ C# u5 u5 q# b8 S! lBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& @) @0 {# q, Q; u. W3 O$ RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # e3 Z. f3 z1 ]$ w& h- X$ M
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) S' C* V( ?6 M( a& v: \- q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 i6 p! Q3 q. f/ u# m7 h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 h+ F* n }6 l, Q4 F# n5 g
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,
+ a/ V8 V" z, F2 U5 X8 YHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 J# n3 @7 w, |! \( a; GHow you tried to set them free, 9 X" R2 z+ ~3 J n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- d! x& J" v8 p7 v# V2 Q) L$ PPerhaps they never will. |
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