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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 K$ I' x8 O. E* K7 R7 }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 \' i5 B( F) [, `, l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, L$ j0 B: u$ M8 a0 h: s% e5 }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) g! \0 g* O7 Q9 f3 \$ U: t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 K6 P% X/ r: S/ I D. ?& t/ Z/ `How you suffered for you sanity, 9 t% J- x, ?4 b" h9 r" g& j1 f) E
How you tried to set them free,
; q' V8 ]3 I7 C1 F$ c4 `& IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' q: |3 Y5 h( _0 E. O$ c7 {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 K/ ~* S" |0 E5 n. z5 lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 U% _# d2 N, I; u0 E* yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 P" a- @ S# q2 ]. S) SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! K. c0 i5 l( X) ?' P. d8 v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 U6 |' z0 d$ ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # Q2 v, }3 J2 f5 k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 [: m, L X) P$ K' }! mBut I could have told you, Vincent, " E7 v1 o: y1 ~( B" A3 g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' r' I# S7 @6 }+ AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, ^# ~: B d( _4 j. F' ]% g) WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # {) V5 J0 j* g5 X$ W
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,
- Y3 T1 t; ~3 G& O0 B) ]5 E: y2 @8 d6 iHow you suffered for you sanity,5 B/ V% a S+ |# K
How you tried to set them free,
2 |9 D% @ v) I2 pThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 Y& F7 m; p3 W4 U1 {
Perhaps they never will. |
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