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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 D8 v6 {. f- M; E* E( Q: M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ x- C" v6 h" M- {4 C8 uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* X' r+ k8 M( ~* K" E4 Z8 O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, M" [) r0 V( q4 A/ O* P2 @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 |5 S# G) B V$ @5 l7 X4 L! M0 L
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 K/ ~: [6 k& {% w$ K# b& w
How you tried to set them free, ( q' V! a/ t" n3 c6 q1 G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 w( Y g% Q/ H8 YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- `- o4 }4 m7 OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 h! r( \, P. ~' t- s vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & B) Y1 e' j( T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) q5 ^) |8 `) f* @- v: eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 p7 Q C* x" i; o( ], e) Q3 D7 ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " L5 j+ G% \6 S, F( F s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 i7 D9 o: T4 j6 j3 H& K) m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 K3 j" f e0 o: @1 BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % X7 c8 C5 T8 u! \
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) a& F* \* u3 p2 a4 K5 k$ _- ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; D6 B2 b7 `% H- l3 xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 D% [( ~) O" ^+ s$ t# a1 R
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,
9 e) }* m1 |- HHow you suffered for you sanity,
& ]: h- I( m9 y7 R4 N+ yHow you tried to set them free, ! u: g* w2 K5 t9 s4 E/ [$ f1 I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 c, B' Y3 r" n! jPerhaps they never will. |
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