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1 w% P" z% z/ ~( X( QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & `* h+ v* y" P0 V3 d* D- N5 G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 b* l G: K! Y3 uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# m1 I" b: j& U3 A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. _. g$ y9 [- c2 R8 o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ D1 d' M! }% [& E. K$ |
How you suffered for you sanity, ) _9 D3 y( s2 @' v
How you tried to set them free, q; f! s; a! i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . j) ]( n# U6 D# x8 U9 v6 A7 Y! g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 I! ]3 {) K1 {% O! {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 |4 e& @1 V; m( w, Y$ UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " X8 U) \8 G; L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! M' G/ `5 K* G& R/ B4 }5 P$ d
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( Y2 ? }5 w" C4 L& b9 l/ T: z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * i6 u; V# Q! R4 Q0 s& q \5 I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % B- T g( N$ Z: |: A
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 F7 q1 U- ~# v! [+ D3 Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 ^% y% T* P" J/ O! B8 S9 Z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# g: @, K' b$ B n0 C6 lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 t* z9 k. K! X* F* F1 ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - H9 }# G( \9 m. y- }& v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, m2 }5 t& X- E2 F6 V7 s1 kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( _1 f8 E) ]1 a( h
How you suffered for you sanity,; h. `" y" p+ e
How you tried to set them free,
9 i0 f$ ~# Y. _' |8 G' r5 X! DThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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