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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 \5 `* A3 \: y5 [, P# n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" F/ A. h0 v. cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
\/ b; e, o! s& bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * P3 V/ e C5 J+ h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 b9 ^8 Z6 [ Q$ `# gHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ b$ t+ I. @4 VHow you tried to set them free, 7 v; A& _$ h9 p; ?* V: `% c. S. o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ ` @- `% H) e# u, l* v) }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 B$ c1 `0 l$ V. |! K7 O: [+ nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 C1 q# Y" R& r7 m3 G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: M) R, D" G5 S/ \* e4 ?' n# L& JWeathered 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,
) k! a5 U' n$ ~! HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ n; G! X$ f& H& j m0 i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - M4 _) m3 x7 N5 Z% H9 M' E
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 r+ l% p1 a; f8 s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; m, \5 T$ }1 V5 N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % f& m7 c& I0 n% }2 K* ^2 B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 h( W* H* H, `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 L) r: e# e' u$ U& h5 PThe 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,
3 f- q+ ~! r1 G. s) c6 gHow you suffered for you sanity,2 S" |( _) U. X4 k1 [& f6 M$ Z
How you tried to set them free, ! z K6 T, i/ k! H4 J9 O
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ X) _3 X j4 B* XPerhaps they never will. |
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