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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 k z9 `7 T/ C1 X, |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 ^) S- k+ Z9 o4 _" ~: N0 _# y9 ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 S7 I& [" t# T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" X& J7 f$ A4 i# l% [9 ^- Q$ mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# S+ t" x' |4 \5 g' f
How you suffered for you sanity, , U( V! Z. @5 K' _9 N1 ?2 P
How you tried to set them free,
+ j3 q+ `5 o: v1 T6 F0 d8 e+ FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; W" X; ]8 X- C0 e$ S1 ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, g, i. j* W4 l8 ?# I9 ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 s4 Q5 U! ? Z E1 G b+ D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % { b9 c4 w7 w# N+ r. ]8 \7 q" U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) E0 y0 U6 _: {! O0 X$ j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 `; D9 K- D( j* C1 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * `* q1 D; [9 p- V) P$ y: D
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " g" V' Y/ G7 \
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' `+ E; U" c ~. @5 |7 j, s$ mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 M- _: a: [- O4 l; ~/ R1 D
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 n3 z# s" D1 |9 h' ?* y0 h( mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. w) W3 `* |1 e* n0 P& d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * ~! b+ z7 R% {5 l5 R6 p
The 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,
6 ]- B5 B: v; ^6 u' |5 j) f7 THow you suffered for you sanity,
) K; v! Q( I$ p( K' ~5 KHow you tried to set them free,
) r( q4 i! @3 | S. U% H6 pThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 C5 Q" ~% H7 }: u3 n# z
Perhaps they never will. |
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