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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. C; l" g2 j% n0 w/ v. G7 eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) S, h3 L" [0 h, J2 K, c# ?6 _* S& E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ Q, }3 m+ b4 G0 N' Z! Z/ mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 d4 `* X% {& j; J0 F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 T. y. a, s/ v P, V" AHow you suffered for you sanity,
. V6 A J/ g8 l# Y; ~0 cHow you tried to set them free, % I! b3 X p3 ^) G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 t# D8 q. t' DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: q( l# k% |* p7 M$ X; j$ ~: o* vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' {+ E6 z, M- W# _( @/ m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) w) I G; y- {6 t/ kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' H# X" A7 P2 e, F. k! w4 |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 Q$ x. n* ]- V: D, h. c9 E% {' iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) c: Z2 o9 w9 |2 M$ Q, E$ N0 L5 }3 dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 z- u+ c |. x, C5 i+ G) }; XBut I could have told you, Vincent, " H5 s }+ u9 u1 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & B/ M0 `& v4 t8 y* q. {3 m4 B3 j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* ^& f. _" Z4 S; h1 ?4 p! ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' `3 `6 a. ]8 H$ S" L0 G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 u3 |! n. L* [8 a- U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 V# p4 o$ y, I& bHow you suffered for you sanity,
, O7 D7 O9 d: f r9 ZHow you tried to set them free, / H0 v% u2 _" F9 m
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 R& n$ X( t, ]( a, k; \0 ~$ e
Perhaps they never will. |
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