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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 D7 F% S3 v) TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 o2 x6 a+ R+ M$ a9 F t! n9 K3 ], Z, A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ c2 v" \1 ? Z# t% q! ^' UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + p; G6 v6 x4 b6 ^( J- K% u9 f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ [3 d) L; G) W! p) ZHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 m9 b+ c" s* [, g
How you tried to set them free,
0 R! r& L9 {' w/ L% C6 N$ _$ V3 FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! e8 I& P2 V% V; }3 T/ k1 lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ `5 ^0 B. D; D* T+ j' sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, D5 Y3 s) s2 x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : }' p: Z5 G7 j' E: o" K) j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 Z6 o1 q0 Z& @: ]6 o) O, D% ?4 rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % W1 u/ G5 b- L# Z$ p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 ]& W( ]1 f: Z+ w/ m o1 O
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. ~+ {% @7 O0 W* OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ F$ F( D, B ]' w! t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! F1 r! ~ Z+ V: X6 F) H2 b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* y- C ~: z0 c- ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & K) @" t! {8 ` n/ T6 e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 r- l0 H$ p+ m# F
" `3 w! n. X$ G1 B3 w# ~% ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& x9 o5 M9 R4 Z6 o/ v" RHow you suffered for you sanity,! `- ^ u }2 q: w
How you tried to set them free,
# j5 e: `! W$ B$ r W) j6 O. iThey would not listen they're not listening still, " a# u' q3 y; P# r$ K5 G' l( |( ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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