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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + J, D3 e; I6 Y1 z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( d- x& H5 }- ]. [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* d- ]+ i& I& m) m @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, P3 X/ ^! A/ v- c; R; c# e4 i. j" \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! H: q; @/ `4 V9 ^% {$ o% i- _
How you suffered for you sanity, " x& z" K; |6 ^& ]9 S; b* \
How you tried to set them free,
) i. n- Z3 J- X' J" P- ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
z; B/ w" n% J# W' J+ ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- M4 m+ J9 q a6 U+ YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 y" e v( b$ |/ J6 z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) Q6 q( x; [! j1 NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( O+ ]" Y" N/ [; d: w+ g7 \9 oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 {' ], w: G! Q$ ]5 J+ AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- C3 G6 i# G# D% D5 y+ z! `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: D- e6 [* }* A7 f, bBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 k" ]: E" u3 W# ~; w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 Z: O: q9 ~8 W1 n! s5 o& j& ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! U" ^* j( T: V7 i6 ^9 X' l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . @ x/ ]0 \& E5 D0 T& E# F1 m2 L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - y6 N# f0 o. _( w& _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) s3 t8 `5 L% \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 a, m+ t; f* [2 x* o8 P( J8 ~How you suffered for you sanity," z1 O3 P9 M9 D. P
How you tried to set them free, ' n, k* U) q/ e: _, i E% {
They would not listen they're not listening still,
O4 g; \- [: i( E0 O, KPerhaps they never will. |
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