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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# i9 _, ]6 `4 N/ G+ `3 a9 DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; n) b" t" d/ d; m2 U7 F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% _; G$ `: E% ^4 BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % }$ h, X+ }: C5 `5 A! D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 S% D% {! {! E
How you suffered for you sanity,
) V" T2 j- t5 SHow you tried to set them free, . ]* R/ b( A, x* H$ x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ a* {! }( S% ~7 G2 e( m! ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 s6 \2 j c4 t" zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ ^/ \# j) h( ^- l c0 i1 R& A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ a) J$ B3 }1 d# ]% ]2 `3 eWeathered 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, 2 r" G8 C. L0 B, b# |" x# u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; a' R; s5 K5 p- m) C7 Q: L' q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; J8 p% \8 `6 p; o, O3 u& WBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 C$ \2 X0 a& f" E' A1 ]/ L1 R( p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & ^% O) ]- h, n, W9 l6 {
8 D. }' r j6 X/ L# `$ lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) z' o& \" w( A. `2 F' M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 C+ F l! o3 [8 Q' _1 gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 Z/ M9 E) \# N, J6 ]0 W
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,
; t9 V& d8 n& R5 U5 gHow you suffered for you sanity,; `* B$ b2 {* L0 }" J; A0 G
How you tried to set them free, % w6 D* [5 b$ W' a6 N% X$ b! \
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& {6 e& f5 Y+ O2 i! }) {Perhaps they never will. |
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