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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- D1 b y4 [; T5 TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 n' [* W0 y4 v! K4 U- b' TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( ] L) v# T; P7 |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / X X8 V+ `& ?) L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" p) Z7 N6 M3 Q4 K+ WHow you suffered for you sanity, ) G, F, n0 K/ ?4 O& d# x. f
How you tried to set them free, ! r, i' r! m7 s8 h' W; d. L6 i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! E, r, x) M% u3 r$ X' G, qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : Y1 K4 w7 J) n. k5 R7 o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 F2 G8 {* r$ eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 |( g) j! j0 T8 l3 [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. N, }0 v2 y5 K- D0 t$ \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 l9 d& S, P+ x$ ?5 i! HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 L6 ~+ C9 \8 \; d2 RYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: M' A7 {$ ~( D6 l1 h1 Z5 l7 T- `But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 P* u) L6 |; j, M, @; U: y4 \, `2 NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! q" W* G+ o, m+ E3 S: mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / e/ v5 n Y/ Q0 V3 V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 J3 Z2 V& c9 w! {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + |% @5 K, h: o' C
The 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,
) c3 D& e/ D2 @+ b9 CHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 r& H4 X* R9 U7 o8 s' H' hHow you tried to set them free,
8 b0 r# Y# U& R5 L* IThey would not listen they're not listening still, : O3 [5 a0 u9 I2 [, r& [
Perhaps they never will. |
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