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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & P: k, `0 {( D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 D7 j; G% k4 ^3 qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& \) a6 j- H q+ q% }# f9 n; I9 HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" U/ ]8 S6 t) BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 b/ y, |+ H4 E9 g! `( U6 W3 ]
How you suffered for you sanity, * ?: t) C: R+ f, u$ `4 R
How you tried to set them free,
, k! b7 O$ R7 n0 G( t2 pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, Q1 T- Y) m% |4 @( NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / M# \/ |5 V! _0 s# c7 s: q* Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
o7 @5 P' B! w( Z; m1 `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 O: T3 I0 ^$ T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 l$ [: X" v3 {7 J- c7 VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + O6 }. F% ?( r% `. V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 d" G4 R' A1 KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , x& K7 {- i" v6 N- _) p# R) F
But I could have told you, Vincent, # b, J' p" c" Z% Y0 H8 _6 G. Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 l/ y* D h! A- s" PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ {# Z9 u, d/ g' _; p+ ^( i4 X8 gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% K" K, {+ I- l, a0 \+ E" j& f1 b" iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + O! C, H) T8 g, ?
$ M% `: F6 f) a" \& t. ]9 O( e% VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; ?! K0 i/ G9 O7 b4 O C# I4 OHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ g2 o. v0 a1 q- o+ W+ ^1 H! SHow you tried to set them free, 6 F1 C2 |- m. j) K% P
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 v# \6 p3 w( N$ a6 j0 u) C3 ePerhaps they never will. |
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