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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! G/ d& G9 B: b9 m( _. C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 p/ S5 n5 o# ?. G2 v. E0 YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& w' p v! i0 K& E* G8 @( nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( Z/ d# m* P) S. O4 M$ @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ y, \/ u9 D+ g; V0 R
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 [6 E6 w% Q. x* P4 gHow you tried to set them free, " Q ^: c% ^; {- Y E O3 S r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # G7 p% ^' {2 A" _5 d; p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 G3 L; H& a4 k' Y0 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 f4 l5 |$ u0 L( N' T7 n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! B4 f5 K1 N. b0 Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, f% K: n; ]9 |: P5 \( KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . T' u: T% ~% v/ [* O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; p1 C5 b# z+ r/ i
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 J9 L9 \4 [- s. fBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 ~. K0 n# ]1 v+ I3 MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : T$ o2 J4 R; V( n' x9 C d
! b% c0 r7 w: N$ BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. j' V( z9 L2 nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 B3 n: I. c; \# ]* i+ Y* S9 P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " m/ s* W7 h$ t: Y; g4 \; H4 C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 z% [# N/ v5 }1 g g) Z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ G- s& \; w; o, O2 hHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 J# Q* X/ T5 D E, `! y4 {How you tried to set them free, , j3 A5 S8 c8 j& q! s% t5 d% i& ]
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 K# D$ |. K$ r9 U* Y IPerhaps they never will. |
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