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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 e7 J% q- n$ n( y" y5 k$ cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 i: c: V7 A& `- x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% R0 l! f- a# y$ D* R- ^$ MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, m# q( L& A" v8 B X* Q: O/ KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( @( l' V8 P. R/ O, O5 k( N$ Y+ e
How you suffered for you sanity,
" r; T$ `4 }% ? J+ x) GHow you tried to set them free, l, x! k, L6 W+ M- w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ c& H& A: B* O9 N; dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / F3 H5 B2 V# _8 ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " r) Q; g5 }8 j/ f$ P' t6 u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' h0 t w. |" c7 v. \4 g4 ~
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,
9 j6 [8 k' d0 x) z5 p% k5 tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! M1 Y' `! {+ B# S! g: L. \
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
W0 H) k! |* U v2 u! F, pBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- g% K0 Z0 O4 {9 R8 z! fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# ]! }4 W7 a3 {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 E, u5 M8 q9 @3 b: ]' L, R0 I4 n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- |8 a) \# L* d0 o8 M" E! FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & M3 @9 K, o$ ]' B5 W9 E! I& a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# |2 K+ H# S' pHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 T$ v8 H* p/ j9 B% t5 MHow you tried to set them free, * U N* e4 a, B9 X7 F6 f
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 ^$ d: i2 d9 @( q( N. q7 d
Perhaps they never will. |
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