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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( g) D& C# X ]% r# K# f3 X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 W0 R6 J9 _/ O% f; a4 O. s: u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 E: ]: N- b% w3 q4 I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" J7 X! i( f. T4 [" G+ |& G1 n* cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, ~3 d3 K1 \2 s9 }
How you suffered for you sanity, . w# n3 K6 q/ L
How you tried to set them free,
) r! C/ Q8 T, Q/ B# ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 M u, {' ]: r$ ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' ^2 @0 o# o+ e4 m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 `. L1 [/ `. n" MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 @3 I Z- W7 {' c6 O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ ^+ j3 M2 @4 y. vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' p9 \, Q0 K8 L" {3 IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 ^( D: |. o9 W# |& K5 m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. z. A4 o, P" T" N$ MBut I could have told you, Vincent, . `( `4 t$ e/ O2 ?, G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , d# d, s ]/ ^. @; {* y
: f: B" b! m" y" tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 @- t4 P, z2 s. D1 {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% ?9 s, S* K$ S% m7 G- NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* t" N- K( P4 g9 V; L& `$ ^ dThe 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,
5 Z6 E8 ]; Z) P1 U2 Z$ h% iHow you suffered for you sanity,# L2 N. |. C7 Z- e& e1 \
How you tried to set them free, 1 U0 A1 t# c6 w& N0 M
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 o9 ]$ V2 | d, J @- w% uPerhaps they never will. |
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