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- K% U8 a: K/ i$ D# IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" c/ Y: X) H6 c* ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, Z1 V7 l$ G- Y- m: I: P4 R7 GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( x+ d+ R# c: p6 P2 N( F/ mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . P/ C/ S9 q& s2 b) Y, Z7 m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! j1 a3 d/ }- x) \
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 z5 @' C b# t' c* i, G. }2 P- Y; [+ c
How you tried to set them free,
8 p% u: s- y- }) z( z# `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 j8 u& e* V1 Q$ G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 R1 g$ p& J8 w1 w; y- u4 u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % q! E5 H% u: y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; i" G i$ b( M3 aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" Q0 Z8 ?& y5 WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 d5 S# a5 i5 L* L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( O h. g- w# e$ {. E8 Q$ w5 `
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 q( V4 X) D& T
But I could have told you, Vincent, P2 r! q, E& h* B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : s( F( @: Z+ G- M! s# g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 F; x; S- R5 w9 a( S4 E e, f/ a' oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ M2 K0 u" ~! i# ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 K" m9 ]0 q1 t; r" w% XThe 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,
4 c& X P2 D! z! b" l/ f: {3 o1 s% PHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 y& ]# t0 L( v- RHow you tried to set them free,
5 [7 l+ x/ E+ o/ x1 R, @! DThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 \' x0 y+ s# \* yPerhaps they never will. |
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