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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - n- ?( X& i" E7 c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 k5 R' `- C R1 P9 Y( uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' k; L, A8 A3 C( N. g7 C cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
m; y9 G# [8 c4 x# a7 cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) ^% G9 l* l: k6 p2 G% |9 x) w
How you suffered for you sanity,
: A, k3 L2 ?- c7 A' {! N2 qHow you tried to set them free, ( T* K6 ~6 f6 [- i' D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
X3 [3 |" I& X: L9 w+ S4 kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 A g1 a; p$ Q- k& o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( Y+ ~4 y- W9 W5 b5 Y0 D9 ]9 b: o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % U1 I* {$ r# v3 @; s" [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - E+ o; w$ {8 w- O# ?
$ |% {* o5 U$ B' K" N$ }6 D" OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : g" |, }! @; k1 ~9 ]( t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ f7 E7 E4 s2 E, T/ D6 q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & @1 p: j- t+ o: C \
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! ~( \0 U( m8 \! H3 q3 \! T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 W8 F0 q4 Y7 V( DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # |$ G _7 g, f! g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 ~% M5 s! R( t+ `
The 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,
) E! A$ [; X4 M5 yHow you suffered for you sanity,; N# L# r/ j7 A9 y" `! m0 j
How you tried to set them free,
) o' a* {* d" _: P: NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& S+ h5 x3 V* ~: S+ t" N( | \Perhaps they never will. |
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