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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; B3 y1 F0 L' h3 N7 e- E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' L0 r1 z2 i% \5 |9 `0 ^' ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 \" t$ d( M+ k9 y) C* s# {; mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) C7 |$ X- b$ l+ B- u" f9 ^. I+ ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 v1 x9 L6 j3 B. F( [How you suffered for you sanity,
: @+ H3 `% z& x$ R5 C/ WHow you tried to set them free,
3 d3 G) W6 _" t4 U- hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ L0 S) |5 b' l' O( V7 L) `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; y( |, i! L# x2 E! h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 B e8 l$ L$ ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ n5 i% a4 M5 Y& T. a6 J5 kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # Q7 P5 u/ }6 O
% a9 C% O4 b2 h' w" tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 u' V' O/ c# w$ [9 h0 E; \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( T7 q: m3 {! B Z8 e6 aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; y p8 b" S) X. C
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; X3 E+ V- [. k5 O# x @! J8 @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 B7 s0 O1 I2 `2 p) [" L: Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ }/ ` ~, S: V: U1 mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # r: @; n* L; O+ z5 k, R/ b9 N, v
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,
9 o7 |9 i# c( K# W" ?/ ]2 eHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 B4 B# j) y/ R) |4 ?2 p) X7 oHow you tried to set them free,
- \4 |( \# _* [8 }5 \0 b# X QThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' _2 O! \! l4 U2 G- [Perhaps they never will. |
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