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$ L- F( Q9 \$ C$ v5 n. W# T- hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : K/ ^' X6 U/ L/ h/ D7 D4 d, l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- O; f4 v8 m) j" m$ W8 n& l/ fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
?( s& t, S! s2 N9 R! ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ I/ L% i! @; }6 y9 h# z+ E6 R1 WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" l1 J2 z0 L& R0 N0 _9 d; |) zHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 _% V) h6 [9 e, O& c- J. v7 Y1 S
How you tried to set them free, b6 ]5 O6 r' U! h# }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 r# i: c3 U! H1 L& _) J5 h$ D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * A% C# q7 w! W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 l% [6 ~8 e7 m$ zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
V/ N. A' C' s+ ~. q4 a" SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 \9 F7 V/ M( Y0 U0 m* T: LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , q" ^0 ~9 b0 Y- V, U' h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " ?$ u; G! S+ {9 p. J* v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( T4 l& U5 |9 P" M% ~% L! EBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' d+ C1 G. A* V; m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 s( n3 @# R8 x: X0 R
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! n6 d0 f: `8 s0 DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . b* i) ?+ w2 r7 {; D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 L5 ]9 d3 ^# {/ |' ]; n: e$ p8 d6 H$ Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, K9 w R( F/ K4 JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 ]& @' ]/ D* N }. ^: xHow you suffered for you sanity,
* A6 v3 K( W/ L& _' ~$ b6 ~% KHow you tried to set them free,
) P2 X5 r5 X2 X" m0 RThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ C% m* s0 L- Z& PPerhaps they never will. |
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