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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % n* Z: |5 W0 u I& B1 \* g! @8 v: H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% _$ a, f9 t( s9 gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," U( k3 r! }' H; j* w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - m/ X8 g/ G- t! e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; n- U6 K! {/ I7 S, m" t
How you suffered for you sanity,
# B" |! |; C7 p m& XHow you tried to set them free, " E+ G7 q: Q, c, {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 m4 m. c2 y/ h6 r+ @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 c9 x. J3 }. k$ w ]8 ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 w. m# l; r* U* Y( A/ \3 `! uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. T$ X4 q" y# ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( ~/ E7 Q" F+ j7 Q, W/ k7 DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , x4 N/ A: ]! {- X3 g# ]$ M5 w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # x+ ~0 m+ g) U2 E
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . `' t0 y6 C# ?" x
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' \/ m; Y* g2 d" J, L4 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : B2 V, \" ]4 b8 B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # B1 {6 _+ T* E0 G$ g7 Y5 W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , k. i8 ~/ ]1 ]2 l! I8 E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 q1 Y. w% H- X$ L R* S
' T- u1 @8 ]& |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. @ t$ P6 Y" U" I* }7 {6 ?How you suffered for you sanity,
" e; K1 |3 |: b0 `4 p vHow you tried to set them free, / C1 P7 q6 q9 V! r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 z# c2 j& i( l2 mPerhaps they never will. |
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