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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ m3 c2 D6 U6 j8 gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % s. A6 m* ?. ?8 X1 S- o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 r {1 w1 J! Y9 ]+ U' D5 _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. n+ F1 F/ L, _# W O3 E& s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. G/ v1 E6 b( C
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 h6 M- W. u. u3 P& z* U
How you tried to set them free, / x" V1 a" h! b5 g, m, b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; e" q4 L. @) s( ?' `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + t4 B2 d0 \1 g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # T: {; l' f' a7 ~3 S" U5 }+ G6 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 o7 t; h0 }' h# i( N2 `
Weathered 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, ; U, b* H9 B+ }6 y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 o7 a" N @9 a% H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " D0 g6 ?5 O! M' q. [. Y" @5 e
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 E/ \& T( J) P. H* r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + Q ?$ R* _* m+ t* b" b
. G I" G. ?1 Z% sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" Y) N) s, J! ?3 \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " c% J; @+ i- c( z4 }7 T# r3 n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # e' O8 Q$ ]: Z, C) |# `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 U/ k) w5 y5 |" B5 J1 e9 f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " m# \- }& F% N# q" _
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 f! v5 C: p' l; ^How you tried to set them free,
" i8 G8 J4 E8 u/ NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 A" h/ ?3 X- n- T) APerhaps they never will. |
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