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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / r* G% w2 O; n1 h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 V" ^ D+ w( o* d) x( n8 oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' T2 m4 }* @' \. A$ U4 p% RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 g, ]- z' C O- P0 B- |% c; ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,, Y) I- Z5 H# O; h8 D
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 T/ U' A) B9 m- a9 N" j: gHow you tried to set them free,
8 q' B9 y, O9 J5 G' xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( Q/ C" b! ]( D) ~1 KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : D* W+ S$ g C! v/ R9 B; A! E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # G7 ]4 `* w: [: C! T7 |1 S0 L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ d0 r8 x/ @! y K K$ V r2 VWeathered 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, 7 `! Y5 a* \# @* `& D& t+ O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 j, }% s5 |3 u2 f) SYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; K) ]! t# G! `, d" v, P
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 F7 U8 j& L- V. [3 c+ o& M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 p" d! F0 m* d. k1 L! x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ R& E6 G! w6 N( K" DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 H: e1 T4 Z- f% D9 x9 C7 W7 r/ NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ {6 P# s, J1 O3 Y+ {, y
* u; s6 N% ^+ A& z9 }1 |8 nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . Q8 L& O/ B4 {" \# q
How you suffered for you sanity,9 h& b' F- G1 x( R' U, [' b
How you tried to set them free, & T/ F8 W$ d' V6 m3 ]7 s% t2 r
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! o. ]# r X- K+ l: h V: X
Perhaps they never will. |
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