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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 R+ D. i; j3 E0 ?: `: q& u. e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 Y$ W7 ~& }4 c; CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, |) [# [ ]) F/ m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) P2 R' F& h1 J0 tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: z- n; S1 R7 j- m: Y0 S7 p- ~How you suffered for you sanity,
6 R' O% }) W' Z7 J n+ gHow you tried to set them free,
, Z7 @7 t: T( y% }1 b" BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) N; H; i+ l% j, EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , E" A1 y% |3 i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% ^( m% B$ [7 pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 e1 q# a4 z% J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % Q0 B( n7 y8 _: t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / Q% P( K$ I0 w! V4 w) u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 S! o5 T% N) YYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ R3 Q+ {/ r) r2 O7 s; @! }But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 _( C+ j+ u1 h8 s' R7 L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 \1 O9 y+ m$ s1 D7 C4 ^/ R( |3 n' T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( m) m: h e; F/ b: m! N5 N% `* }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 G- X0 X+ L9 d8 A# Y# _/ OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 P7 q! X& ?3 A6 o9 A- o( C
' m7 W3 j3 M O% b% s3 Z/ JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 |1 f" [9 g4 ]- FHow you suffered for you sanity,
* ]0 y7 d: Z: q7 K% lHow you tried to set them free, % a& k2 `2 N8 F
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ r, _2 v; b$ R$ T' C8 ^9 w' p, \! [
Perhaps they never will. |
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