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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( d1 f: G+ r: Q8 M8 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, s d+ s6 C6 S6 pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ g& P8 x* N& a; h1 F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 E, {% T) Y9 M: L9 Z4 g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 j$ e% z9 t1 S: b; z
How you suffered for you sanity, - M k0 Q, N% Q, d+ l4 A4 u n9 x
How you tried to set them free,
. ?# T' S: X/ _7 Q9 I- ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 u) V, j' }, _8 a2 ]4 D+ Y3 Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) F- ~$ I9 P3 c+ \0 k% NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ g1 V5 U) O# V7 b+ t9 U, t8 DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* L0 U! t( N7 e- o0 YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # H; v' D: q. P" J7 K
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ ?, `3 r" Z7 n3 C5 x4 N& mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 m* B5 s: f% @. K" _ r9 h% m0 b: NYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 U3 ~- P* p3 s+ g6 J: R4 _( D
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 T" k. X' [$ l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ e `% r) [2 q& c4 L$ E1 h+ o
! V) \9 r. S( U0 A0 nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 A g6 ~* _) w5 o; _( j7 VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 ]! H' ]( Z' ]- QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 C7 |' U9 b; V0 r4 u2 W. w: k0 b$ nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ h$ C4 E% s8 P& h2 u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! K3 z3 V; D1 c: Y' o. H6 AHow you suffered for you sanity,0 W& w2 }9 }+ ^' o7 d1 ~
How you tried to set them free, ; ]% V$ J. ], K
They would not listen they're not listening still, * {5 a, z; n8 d8 e% K7 s( o
Perhaps they never will. |
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