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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 A/ b0 E1 b2 L: R) j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- s; e+ @+ @5 Q5 J1 L6 e2 R. u2 h) WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; H& c% ^6 A# F( D* L% s' ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 c/ x z4 h9 W, F+ o3 INow I understand what you tried to say to me," j \! X" ~7 z2 }1 X. \
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 E3 ?: I& I- M9 [) ^
How you tried to set them free, , P: u. ?( Z) w' P( m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ ^6 N6 q7 l2 Y0 v. W* `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * N6 _1 B9 ]" [- N: ^) m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 ? x% ~$ X& l; g% a* t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; P$ p% x* f& ]9 K& P. O* D: kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' i" F8 J% o" B- e9 `& H# @; DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! N* p( ?$ c) {1 a- C3 }. Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 H3 c+ p5 }) o- Y& ]" A5 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 B# O/ V/ J; l( v6 {- r+ c% Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ C6 t1 ]8 P, @, q1 f7 C% IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, t: N4 K3 G6 C1 L+ ^ R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. D* [. ^6 K5 ^7 l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , T, B: j) K+ `( {. o; I# N# r' t
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, $ F2 U0 _; O" V9 O$ }' k
How you suffered for you sanity,
) q2 S; h" A( Y' F& x7 {$ WHow you tried to set them free, ! U }1 x' c( q) Q- a
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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