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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! p S; ?- q l/ A* y n4 U) ]: s$ v4 ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 R6 B3 U7 ^2 T3 O7 ^- C; E! m; C8 LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 B5 {* \& F6 k/ s$ _ p* k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- B9 B! G9 D/ n$ ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,( R6 b, u7 A: L3 T" U6 ~2 M# o
How you suffered for you sanity,
& }. |$ _# M1 V+ r: h P8 JHow you tried to set them free, ' p, [- X5 X, V/ r0 @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + W& f5 a* F K) a! g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; D1 N% l- p* j/ YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - u9 ]* p4 h6 V+ R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 W; z# h, v, t ZWeathered 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, 8 i, K' m$ {3 O- \3 T* R% V" R, i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* m8 ?# Q3 x/ M* k, B* MYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 g0 ?+ e+ w8 p& a1 oBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 R$ N& C7 [! |8 \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . W+ B* _4 e' }2 ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " j V+ I+ _2 f. R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : i" |% U$ R$ e; Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 g/ Q5 ~8 S) t8 N, ?0 q/ y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( }% a$ C! f j( m; r2 qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 B8 K: J+ g [! @! P
How you suffered for you sanity,
" ?# j% B3 j( ?How you tried to set them free, 7 o8 A* q) y! V/ C
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ e' U! e, m, {
Perhaps they never will. |
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