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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 @2 b4 e4 n7 [! ~ XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 i( L; q3 w. g/ c; n) o; E$ WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ _: {( Q$ v1 J! o& D) t& ^' yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 b$ d: O+ _7 w' W: Q; {) V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 `6 e* `1 q$ H) }7 d
How you suffered for you sanity,
' h/ T( r, @2 }How you tried to set them free,
/ u/ G7 ?8 d' a/ p2 p B! P1 }( wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& W/ C2 M* l# S* Y& hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 n2 N, S8 V7 t2 [; N7 fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 J" m7 I) [( G! L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 l+ a/ a+ k! T: f: h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 P" \3 T" K9 W1 i0 B. }* @' [
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ `0 H0 W) E ^/ _: f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 M/ T4 m n* n3 M2 Y( n8 _You took your life as lovers ofter do, * T6 E4 ^5 {- u% E6 |4 S, R5 E
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 J( F. c; S8 Y; L; ?( h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 n q( i# y/ [' pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ B; I; G( Z- Y( n0 z" R2 IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 ]* e I( z- T6 r, d7 o. oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ J% {. G5 A1 y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 n) z B& B7 g& R8 W9 V
9 l9 y( s! M+ m) k4 dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : Z0 C2 O/ `# N
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ D A X& x1 D6 d8 iHow you tried to set them free, ( i" ]; H1 D$ n. \7 C7 O
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ F# b# E4 f5 t" F* D! C9 |; i
Perhaps they never will. |
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