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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( ]7 g" B5 L: @4 t6 F# r; P9 |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) c' |# ]! v0 s0 A3 C" LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# n; f. u7 G# W" H( }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
S1 J! Z- |/ C. y% E8 YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; N- W# c: C2 D0 ^8 m9 |
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 l* `$ W" ^4 O- S8 E2 d( X; ^
How you tried to set them free, # |( L( }0 _# b7 v! E) F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' N3 `8 [; Q; [, t9 nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 ]( o/ p- ?- i$ [( }, [) F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ F9 j* J9 O- Z w- _- JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 B4 {4 J9 R! f( _( _6 g* T, o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" T: _7 j! g6 n% H% h, UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 d6 g. N |- E% ^5 c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 \+ p" w' V+ O! b4 h
You took your life as lovers ofter do, I# X4 r3 c# \$ \
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" x) }( O7 ]; fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 a; o- N; k* ^2 s
5 P( @: o* o4 kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' _4 K, N7 v9 A+ r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 {3 x9 ?: h' C+ [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ C2 S$ @7 A# \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% R, H2 ]+ d! CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( ?, Z+ x9 c: b# \$ N# q# q j% Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 ]) f$ k; T* \7 ]" K' ~How you tried to set them free,
% d( |' [ s: G' o9 k8 I6 zThey would not listen they're not listening still, % F; [9 m/ m. {# v4 B8 D" Y7 f
Perhaps they never will. |
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