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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; C9 N) I. j- \: k T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . g/ u4 Y8 P1 V3 e) d6 E7 D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 s, F( N- r }9 B* `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ U" g- q6 K& NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; \. v2 v9 ?& S3 `$ c1 g
How you suffered for you sanity,
: J4 ~& L& f$ Z- U4 d4 o6 q' z/ L8 gHow you tried to set them free,
/ A% {$ F d1 S2 nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; q0 [: ~: k$ X% C0 L8 t3 @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # K1 w! w7 `& R) P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . B1 C: I2 l! b" M4 h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - _/ M6 g5 o7 Y& D! {# b+ X) j
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,
* t% _2 v5 o' t: |+ d6 hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- ~* i! d2 V2 d# SYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 {7 ^: F4 e6 M5 b# h- \$ Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 f9 R2 i0 Y! {8 hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ W. R2 M) B. n) c3 K) l' \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, L/ s8 C7 Q) G9 x/ ~! N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ g; Z2 e! T* HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 E0 ~- p/ e% k5 ?7 ~# PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! E+ L* M8 l" {; H7 E. K2 X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) a3 Y4 @6 r& ^1 _, f& c: X
How you suffered for you sanity,5 C" E. i, k6 w2 c$ s* H
How you tried to set them free, 5 z; r+ I% j2 r3 w; | k, `% u
They would not listen they're not listening still, + T( K: N# e8 _7 W8 |. M( L
Perhaps they never will. |
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