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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
P9 t1 p/ b3 r5 S H& p9 `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ ~% K- N8 q8 n# `' G0 AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- q+ L% z0 i7 L) p7 b' e" S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 H- o7 @+ Q! ~6 d2 X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 P+ w N/ Y, Z/ v) X7 }* ^9 yHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 G# M+ D+ B, B3 W! o
How you tried to set them free,
7 W0 {8 I0 \' D5 u$ |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; `, ?6 P& L3 G7 `% CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! w" x; D+ F6 B5 H' J5 y* b3 ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 Z8 I& V0 @; TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, n) N* H! S' \8 VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 f1 L0 Z# ?3 e& }
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " c. q! N! G9 ^2 H( U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 x( a5 `" V) S- b. ^5 |You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& d2 K1 h/ H+ ~, N" u/ nBut I could have told you, Vincent, # p# ?. Y# g' H. y. A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 C1 Y; k2 |% ?( H6 a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) ?; Q' _( V6 eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# O2 `: s, d/ @, M( nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- }- k3 x; k3 @9 EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % M' c# [: J/ S% k2 w
: S5 P$ ^ {' f/ vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. `$ t) B8 E7 b- _. W4 h5 R7 JHow you suffered for you sanity,: H5 D; M U& G% |* v, m
How you tried to set them free, 3 p9 u w0 S5 O j+ g4 H( ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, # x# H4 L: H! O4 Q9 N8 |
Perhaps they never will. |
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