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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; _1 e( r% g6 r$ K- fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 B5 t0 e, Q5 @# e( V& L3 Z6 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ h n( R7 F8 d4 C4 \; B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
U3 F* A) O! C: D, K4 x, dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 i0 r1 }" ?0 A! n9 I; Z/ pHow you suffered for you sanity,
. S# P" y) @' V/ gHow you tried to set them free, C- e" @6 w5 L6 v: V2 n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 y! t f, Z) k m) d* U8 h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 M9 Q" I% o: b: D+ y( wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# m. g8 M3 {7 [/ [2 v5 o7 l# mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# M' x+ W, d' |- j9 \; LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 C$ p- x2 R+ c1 f/ u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 c0 S. O; O3 p8 R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - U, D4 l* G3 G% c9 N# `# Y$ m' C2 \
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / [1 }; B+ s: t# R1 o. V
But I could have told you, Vincent, + X# G# I* O* e2 W) t+ L5 Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 R8 [* X3 D9 s1 l4 Z( GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 @+ e4 G7 V5 e/ {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : s* Z7 }% M5 E; W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& g4 O# y5 }6 @/ o" J0 V1 eThe 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,
. f8 i2 l2 \0 Y1 w- B5 B7 GHow you suffered for you sanity,3 L6 P. y1 r' T! E, h$ |
How you tried to set them free,
8 A+ G6 T% \$ h5 h5 f+ n6 ^They would not listen they're not listening still, - T6 s7 U5 [5 A
Perhaps they never will. |
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