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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; \* l! C& O, h6 `& Q* H. m# G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * H6 \, |- ?9 ~, K- A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 V) G# ^% D4 n0 S& _$ E' _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 w& }- j, x8 l8 x5 e: MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ l0 Q% _$ B* W G O
How you suffered for you sanity, ; c5 c) o! Z7 s& Z7 P
How you tried to set them free,
' F. A9 G6 w; e: P: b8 pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 w9 {8 u; |/ t" R2 q \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; ]/ z* K/ a4 KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) N( I& k8 S3 e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! W5 r7 w2 y$ S
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,
2 g6 [" Y6 _" e- a& TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * J, B' S+ }% G
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& [( M& h1 `, K- Q$ cBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( W, |2 V0 c$ `" r" Z# p* P& e& ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 f% t3 t7 V) ]" q7 r& {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! @, ?& F& a- N* k$ N. uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 E2 A8 Y) h5 a" N( R6 B- O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + u; V% U t( B# u
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, 3 F6 v7 q6 Q) X* `; D1 Y1 b
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ a2 F4 c: G4 M0 R8 R# j3 ]: [How you tried to set them free,
3 w: d0 Z; q# QThey would not listen they're not listening still, / a! f: y+ v& H* M; i
Perhaps they never will. |
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