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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , J# N% C) C- l1 o. h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / B8 _) G6 ^! Q k' ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 Z: b) N6 U9 t& F ]1 |) ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
~0 A3 X" A8 e. {/ fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ t8 G4 C( A: |7 OHow you suffered for you sanity,
' y7 o5 a9 I+ T, a; N4 VHow you tried to set them free, ' k' B6 b' E6 {# N5 Z$ \% B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 g* Q8 i! s! \2 I* y. QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* n; T' Q5 A+ y W7 C H; W3 {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 M5 f3 V+ J* x* ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 |" Z) F# ?8 PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 \. N. F; w' W0 |, W, b+ I" {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 K w: m( s j4 f$ q6 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' x" i' E5 Y9 L' }: o9 h7 D0 `
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 e8 U) ^, e1 D& \* X3 z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / W$ p3 Z5 q: L" V# v. G: Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 k$ ^" X) O: H4 K& H3 a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, I5 o# W! f6 d& V8 O- _$ F& @1 pThe 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, " b$ Y3 M: f3 r8 b" p8 E
How you suffered for you sanity,) I& J" m. `9 ~( D
How you tried to set them free,
) b% i9 K$ t5 E- I# ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
( k) l' d' K4 q; z% dPerhaps they never will. |
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