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& J! E, K- B5 SStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 h$ O) G% t1 n0 z4 x7 @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 D6 \ z ^4 K3 L& X; ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# P* @4 j# ?5 D, O" G2 kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; u9 I% p6 `7 `% y; _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 J1 K. t* K) pHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 P& p5 O0 g% v% c4 y8 I* WHow you tried to set them free, - [6 |- q( \0 d5 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) ~% i$ c+ k7 u0 e) v; N" F( ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / n* R/ c9 j3 o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " P* y$ {+ a2 u0 P3 A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 R6 x. J1 }) [) v7 ]: t$ S7 qWeathered 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, 5 u4 j, B. K3 ?* d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' i9 p- ^8 N& P( \5 ]8 VYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 T7 Q }: B: K' s# P, }. wBut I could have told you, Vincent, + Q& O$ n4 a" x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % |8 |8 ^! @: M+ x; r% u% F( ?
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 a8 i1 B. g3 z5 K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; B9 T0 f% H# C5 o3 G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; e3 e: O \ l& k" y3 x; t' a
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,
- m0 J& ^" @; z$ E# h2 EHow you suffered for you sanity,5 t8 K. C1 X3 D" ^) |& d
How you tried to set them free,
- x7 t1 p% c: h" E; |6 M: x; }, uThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 a% x! Z5 M5 M# g* I+ r
Perhaps they never will. |
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