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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 s5 P0 e- H( \7 J, C3 b4 f+ d |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 B" A( C" G8 ^$ N( W1 w+ D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 I' g( p Y8 K6 x SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, \8 G* b' v7 l* `# \/ m% E2 k& INow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* l& l% J7 \8 K7 N& V* w" XHow you suffered for you sanity, # [2 }% @) K4 X2 _: D8 L( O
How you tried to set them free, 6 H) j8 Y9 g6 e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : i6 C$ U1 ~) Z5 |/ a) K% t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- L$ w( F( t9 ^. A) ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! ]' I, z; o, B. F6 @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 A0 e, `5 |+ D$ uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, Q1 i, y. b* ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . o" w: u2 U% B7 \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 `% Z% E1 _! i: B; K8 {" z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) E( c' |3 f% F3 i" j! n1 \But I could have told you, Vincent,
, G m w' [ q5 g# H2 ~0 r- ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " i2 p6 g0 F# ~( M b8 M" V% N+ K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 j; j5 w2 d9 m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; `) O. w9 l3 r1 x. s+ R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 H4 p9 z$ i) ~. `/ E3 q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* |9 x0 A) ^( V$ M6 r- b+ xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* e- k) {# q* ~3 hHow you suffered for you sanity, m/ R( y+ ^* h; l7 d" }
How you tried to set them free, 6 p! T7 v N ~! V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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