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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) b5 `/ p; O+ @) A7 R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) m2 G6 M6 u( L) O& m! |1 P* r- LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 Y" o3 M/ j5 @ D. E' n+ }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " |- t9 }2 q* U1 I0 c( h* x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 y- Z2 G% m$ i0 ~2 Z9 aHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 Q y/ I2 T8 E5 v0 B: j; y4 zHow you tried to set them free, 5 h9 g+ k2 W& y5 R0 Z$ y1 `5 t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " d2 V: ?* d1 I6 d7 {7 E. _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) F9 Z0 H4 q4 Z' V) @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , s% h1 W4 j$ C* t* O% a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 ]8 H4 W `) Q0 wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 H; v& {/ ^4 ~" y3 F# Z1 e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! h) v1 f: Z" b/ D$ |8 ]- m- o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & z' V: t1 w7 g4 n! Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 B' {) G; e4 J+ x) |( B3 B
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- s+ [+ Y$ w& S0 I- N9 ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 R: V; X4 q- e9 m/ ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( L" g8 L9 `% X, T+ O' F! R5 r' E& J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 r$ `- W0 G$ J x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + x* z( F, X! N, g1 L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # b# v! w+ w$ U: U0 x
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, p0 U7 B0 c) J4 b6 P, lHow you suffered for you sanity,
; _! y: t! U `) OHow you tried to set them free,
- {# f1 K0 \: P+ }They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 d3 b# D* P! m1 [
Perhaps they never will. |
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