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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 `2 v& |1 x+ m' N* y6 |* aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 ^* P/ _6 g: l* y O5 UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. ~' z6 r8 T- I2 Q. ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- o# o) R; O. A" n5 nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! N4 V4 r3 ^0 K( O6 i; NHow you suffered for you sanity, & o5 @- ?" B( W- W7 }; R4 U! r
How you tried to set them free,
* P- n; Q4 B4 ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' i6 J4 @) a6 L0 M" v$ v- vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 _; C% h) }6 }1 c) E! P7 B2 MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, t5 z+ I& Z3 m0 [7 y! g# A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 j- c* u8 \/ O' q: w6 rWeathered 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,
* Y, T4 A; X4 B9 jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 x- h2 D7 N; ?$ H H9 [& O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 j3 D+ H0 s7 \
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 x( z. [# z8 \. I( j) F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ ?# y$ O& D2 Y' s+ Y3 q3 j5 KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% K/ D$ t* r/ p! b2 jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : ?9 f r ?; l5 O4 P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. S! r* B* E. ?8 R& [7 f# XThe 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, - S: L) {$ ^* f. Z4 k$ R
How you suffered for you sanity,- X- R K3 T0 d7 n! X- |2 ]5 K7 n
How you tried to set them free,
0 A! ^- p# W9 P- XThey would not listen they're not listening still, - @- O$ b2 q8 D
Perhaps they never will. |
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