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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # b& ]/ k9 e& v1 X* g" _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. z1 d% `* h6 B7 Y, z' L7 O; j+ uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 e: n% `8 C4 Z8 e, yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 a2 f9 k' C# Y! h$ \! B% yNow I understand what you tried to say to me, y* l( F0 U3 A8 h8 ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
) Q' G4 G" \8 vHow you tried to set them free,
0 I! i* |8 i% ]! ~7 iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - K6 o% x' X0 Q6 X4 `9 O$ H, z9 M7 n. u$ [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, U& |- a o9 {- N+ b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . o" F. M; J% j) x( s( T5 z: b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 d7 M) W: y1 O o: [1 e5 r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& G- O1 d- w6 \8 CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 u8 D- ~: c& G8 K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ J+ `! S% b) ^9 N; aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( g2 k" O7 _' c3 g+ q& B! ^But I could have told you, Vincent, $ u5 i2 U' S% w$ S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ [" M- b: p( o- C- [1 ~. g2 A0 b+ s
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" y6 ]$ ?( G1 c( X+ m& RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 S5 X3 U/ |/ \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% c& j0 \- S. H' vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ n$ R$ y5 ^* c1 l5 B3 ^: S
% h% I. P# J0 e- O$ R9 V; JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 |6 i$ E! [2 Z+ }6 P9 gHow you suffered for you sanity,
. c" |, |8 @ C9 f4 p+ m" j9 ~* \How you tried to set them free,
+ n% g1 Y9 R8 p3 e( B# L. CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" I3 ?8 s! X0 ~4 B: |Perhaps they never will. |
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