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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - I/ w. v% f# e7 t( t5 Y) O) S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 C8 U' \% T1 L1 x4 U2 T6 LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# p) Y }; O& U5 x! {0 M( ~! x/ HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 `) _& r( g2 s; z/ F6 K" I4 j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 A; Z7 s2 E( {+ ]How you suffered for you sanity,
/ t; x6 ?# T J6 Y& V% F+ m lHow you tried to set them free, 5 v2 Y9 z9 m- w( }( G2 U& v: r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 j7 d2 \, e% V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 O' q9 ^6 T+ {. y$ F% M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 ~5 L9 F, R4 a7 R* NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: y/ B' @- H: m; P5 f8 y! `9 G" b4 }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( P& P5 g4 `" [! k" j, n- G5 MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 u; L) I" r! e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ L9 Z$ h* B. p. {3 j* d2 B* TYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; {4 H/ y3 F7 R0 M5 \But I could have told you, Vincent,
; u$ E, C+ C3 ]! ?. J5 N1 n# T1 VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ z, L% n( ~" U# z/ \+ _7 xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & `1 n2 L; U& o! t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, }! l6 g8 s: N. yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: ?0 |, ~2 z' j8 K4 HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, q2 F- @9 f9 }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 ?6 c( g& ?- v. p; {7 T$ }. B
How you suffered for you sanity,3 P/ D) i4 N' Y$ Y6 I
How you tried to set them free,
" T5 i" {3 b1 {/ o, uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ Y. J+ b' ^/ Q! ]# m9 ZPerhaps they never will. |
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