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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* V! p) K3 C2 a6 hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 `/ p% x$ Y9 @; w" _; p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 c5 t+ ]' p7 ~6 F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; g2 T$ d! O/ FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 e5 Q: T8 s6 ~
How you suffered for you sanity, % {' @9 n B- @! g$ K% C
How you tried to set them free, 3 Z+ r# D+ y9 W8 J. o5 W0 M' U0 o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + a+ b# g* K6 g N% c1 ? E3 y% s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * W6 S$ R5 w9 D4 T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! t8 I/ g1 v( | {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- L d9 }$ `# C8 D4 t/ ?. z/ yWeathered 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, , p4 ]0 B8 I, _6 X2 f; h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 K( u a4 Y+ y- f& H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - {; b& P* \1 o U; b
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 X- E* V' t* C/ d O6 j, ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ B' J: ^* A; p* S ?8 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, F* ~, b' A o: G3 {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' P8 x5 @- `0 H1 d# T9 `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * Q# }' N6 G- a% B( s, X. M$ D4 L% [; g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 g% r$ q, o$ \ A, ]3 |4 G
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 i6 C+ F- C6 \How you suffered for you sanity,
2 T3 K: L1 r3 r# ]How you tried to set them free,
" {! X/ ]# ^' Q& p* [3 sThey would not listen they're not listening still, # q2 E0 r# |( }( p
Perhaps they never will. |
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