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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* m* m! H; A; B' jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 Z' F7 j; Y4 F5 R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ ?) t' U: T$ s/ Q; x: x, t) _6 zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: O6 Q# E1 p% d, j! z# W$ s4 SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# M: u @9 X$ q/ t) V
How you suffered for you sanity,
& s: Z1 v) Z! [7 RHow you tried to set them free,
: `# J% |; v9 AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- x5 w1 T. t5 h( e) V1 CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, t3 }! |" e. \ U6 f$ ^0 U' A! eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! v( B8 b: q$ g5 f* R: O6 cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! z' M' |2 G* j8 @7 b8 N+ x
Weathered 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, ( G: f! G) S' s! V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& r) j: D- _+ P. D: d3 dYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - M* g* A+ i0 _5 w. u' _: Y! {
But I could have told you, Vincent, % E# J9 U' {$ N" Y( D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + b- G' q# @1 G+ V+ ^7 U7 ^
: { t% u% m# o5 T: G; P7 t+ bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . D3 g# b1 u8 [6 {/ r D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( `2 v- R- p/ r" aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 C; u% r$ a) G& C! r6 LThe 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 a& i7 w1 k6 b$ e; o, [How you suffered for you sanity,
# z8 t' _# d, Z1 @5 s: pHow you tried to set them free, 1 x/ g0 f* h$ m* `) o
They would not listen they're not listening still, : H6 U1 K6 o6 Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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