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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* C5 D: Q8 q4 z6 ^3 E4 mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( l+ i$ w( H1 {. d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# d2 S/ F, n2 ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " b4 @' g1 @6 ^ y v/ \; \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) ?* p3 [7 S1 N, _. [2 a5 oHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 E4 g( g5 Q( E7 K
How you tried to set them free,
9 c% Z6 a. B3 d* t z6 ]( o ]7 _- SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , E/ R' C0 G/ d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 N! t6 _! y& z! O$ _0 E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
?0 H, s! x# N8 S8 n3 ^/ RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 h! ?+ O t2 c" TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : m8 A9 r" d1 M5 ]* b2 |% `8 x- h( `$ K
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! S+ x$ C4 t9 |; f$ \! m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 g: e& ?) q9 r5 yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , m5 N# k; m. v5 [; c- N* V
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 c" y% b6 o+ _4 t) x: i* |; Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - Y/ d0 Q+ A, U9 f' F. e1 h/ [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) W8 ^# @$ O/ \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; m1 i) E. ^" S2 M! d; W; R- H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 i n& Y J% _1 B# ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& U1 a5 M& A0 L: D* C( W) T/ o3 gHow you suffered for you sanity,* s# A6 Y" ~; b2 e& U x
How you tried to set them free, 5 v, E1 c& A' g" J: i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& ^2 g! o2 `: j/ |Perhaps they never will. |
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