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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 C1 @; J4 p- [, V* N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* |* Z/ ]' e* Q$ ^. B8 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: m0 y$ w3 b- JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : R1 ~( v' s2 p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 S. w8 p( d! O3 J2 _0 V
How you suffered for you sanity, + M' s* ~$ q* V: c: m O8 f( z% }. w
How you tried to set them free,
* I) C m. \/ Z, y; qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 e! _. e4 a4 x q1 H2 vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- v# p" B' a6 I5 m8 @( |# qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - i! I; i4 x6 B1 ~8 [2 Q& j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 B$ c1 s6 Q! R1 [Weathered 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, ) R7 E- Q' N. ~- M" _1 j* w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 `0 n& ^9 j# G$ |# \( O. kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, `9 N4 J. n' O J8 k. UBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% X% w& H$ ~% U S/ d% z( U. yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 U9 f- N" a1 f
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + o0 ` S/ L0 Z) h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 u* O1 Z8 T! |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; B3 b r; z8 J# KThe 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,
Z* F) F9 Q& C0 nHow you suffered for you sanity,4 v* n P: z( Z; f' `- i0 F
How you tried to set them free, - W6 F |4 D& S5 n! L" m2 T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; Y3 |2 {; [4 wPerhaps they never will. |
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