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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / @' U1 s7 S: O! N& R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 `1 F6 |9 o% i0 }- [- d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ _* V% r# z7 s( @# y. [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 C( ~1 K! Z( B' w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; l' | Q+ ?1 C) @- `8 ~
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 P5 \# ^. m8 J0 n' a6 S& E( a3 S
How you tried to set them free,
% M+ w2 _) P/ B& oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! B" j8 i5 Z# c8 \& ^0 @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 M3 W% l- z/ a" c' Z3 ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ q; A/ G4 L2 C8 r* l: `4 TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& d' b5 W( b @/ u) C' OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 ~: `" r2 K/ _# V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 j, Z3 ~! B; b0 P8 |) }2 dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ ~% o) G: P. c, h/ OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! x+ m$ z# i2 A; j% f* E. G$ O$ |8 o( L
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, c/ w2 F, g; S6 l: D2 P2 S6 RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , _5 x1 j5 m+ G, c$ w4 |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 L+ H; j$ K# ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& E! ?! ?: D' @/ |9 XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 h" W% Z. ~, d+ i- l: ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 `5 {. a' }) M5 N7 l+ u* L
How you suffered for you sanity,/ I5 R7 ?( |7 g# }1 r3 B# I
How you tried to set them free, 4 `* { {" ?/ l( C& Y0 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, , r2 Y$ k; H) D. f( U: I* q& ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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