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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 [, p' y& G, Y2 F6 \4 v& z, @/ ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' e, a/ u8 Q, U: j. \3 I2 OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: o& a8 ? r) i: wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! \' e4 z7 h; z* n5 }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ f& A/ u$ G% S8 o
How you suffered for you sanity,
) x3 q$ }7 U! g6 z) F6 YHow you tried to set them free, , A" J* E1 U: _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 f8 @4 M u3 |- IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( C: l9 e" @, ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 I; j9 v& ?2 Z9 T; Y! ^3 U* U: @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : b# Q, R! x: S2 ?. `+ h9 E
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, 4 y; m2 V7 A9 ?6 P8 Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) G# g& {% B8 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, b$ l' N- W5 D/ s# n* `' n# |But I could have told you, Vincent, : t8 O7 I+ c7 s9 }6 x: b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + }* h) |' y! L7 o+ m5 n$ M
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 B8 z# Y" l0 e# F& V' h2 m! @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 _! {1 ?- r" a: M% x: s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 c) y8 s& Q, _, H
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 b. y8 w" o g! D0 ~* { HHow you suffered for you sanity,: a0 L/ k: a! ~8 O
How you tried to set them free, 5 z9 T7 u0 |- G! D5 }$ {5 A
They would not listen they're not listening still, * e: s& ^ L0 A2 S
Perhaps they never will. |
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