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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' F9 U3 }2 V& t4 \0 B0 W4 l' l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' E: t8 s% `& Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 u+ k% c7 F: qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! T# l W2 D) E1 q. Z5 PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 t- F8 C. C$ R j. THow you suffered for you sanity,
7 h( }' h2 J- m) @+ @1 KHow you tried to set them free,
! T! L8 f) O V. ?$ LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; [ V* h/ e& o( K% UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 F5 E. b4 `0 _* r' j+ Z( [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( n/ D) Q, k9 U+ K; x0 hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
e5 p' F" g& U6 e7 [% ^4 WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . J0 u9 t: s& l) G x6 d
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, Q: l" q, ^$ [/ @4 Z! O3 j: LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 s; J5 ^( F7 E2 o$ R1 jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ G. R2 c' n O2 Y, m5 _+ ~But I could have told you, Vincent, A7 T/ p. j1 v8 j0 d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # U- C; u; T' o+ r
/ k. Y" t k K* z2 FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % u4 J. R9 h3 l! s1 D' j% N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# Q* K: i8 ?3 }8 H: E G k( ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 J, U8 D# c6 v1 X0 E' UThe 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,
0 a7 d+ G+ e/ M8 sHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ I% T# O4 e: WHow you tried to set them free, 6 w2 q% v* A% `/ {' G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 a( q0 L+ ]# p% d. |3 oPerhaps they never will. |
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