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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 ^! L( Z7 y( M; n3 V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 S) M! H6 p5 O1 b/ E# R, Q& I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 L' S r+ b1 Y! C5 X* j. n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : J) Z0 d" U7 D' E! V. J( p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 X# ?* w; h4 a7 \7 HHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ i/ Y q) Z* g! QHow you tried to set them free,
- [$ n9 E/ p3 QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 h& g( O3 f! v# xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 a% ?: A( Q, F5 L5 }* v: J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; o# d$ `. { A$ |4 N8 A6 {* l qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. C* c7 S% H" H& m3 y1 aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; Q1 m) ?& g. M* v5 t+ wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: J/ Z! W2 G$ |6 Y# [( o, bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ r: c3 f) |. H9 s2 `& Z: NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 D, z' p! Z" b! s4 }- vBut I could have told you, Vincent, * O6 j T ]% ]2 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - h, B% {& m2 Y& X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 x+ a' V8 ~/ v1 O' [: |4 P" J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' e4 O! j2 ~. j% R3 p! X! F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) s) g7 |0 B2 J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 F5 @5 {4 t. T/ s4 S0 Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
! ?$ R- b6 l& KHow you tried to set them free,
, g+ t8 k- j& p1 jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ W* k4 Q/ ?5 R, }+ v, I kPerhaps they never will. |
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