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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' a) ~6 g3 y9 W1 t: PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 V( X7 ?8 S3 Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 R. w" i9 Q' X# a+ E0 c3 F: I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 T5 d1 \/ b2 r& l* D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 _2 I( H' V" q
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 ~! |6 z# C3 R( v J) y
How you tried to set them free, ( f) V0 e2 h# k* k: F5 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 f$ b, W5 j$ S6 @' jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 F8 u( \ O! ^% J3 A1 Q% g+ R! v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 b) \2 V/ e0 Q' s& O1 ~5 F* u. Q3 p. qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ A( y2 N9 Y$ _9 Y5 _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . g+ K, v# f, S; {* X
9 k# ?; H9 w2 U! T% ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) v/ ^7 F3 W3 J% n% d1 ?' |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ q" q2 q. B% ~5 {$ }9 sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# k4 u2 i" I: d: ?5 E! ^" `But I could have told you, Vincent,
. `$ v+ h4 [: r1 U% V5 H! SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; n7 C4 `; U1 |/ x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- t" _+ K* {7 l: j/ ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
S1 d) }" `4 t* Z/ s$ mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 w' ^5 m. f. u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. ^' }/ R: a2 q6 F$ I% J: l f* j9 xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & |+ R9 O2 a, H; w3 Y3 T1 [
How you suffered for you sanity,! M! ?; H. ~9 c% h
How you tried to set them free,
. Y' g) P3 r% u8 Y$ |7 GThey would not listen they're not listening still, + y. v' O$ A3 \1 U2 ]1 a9 T
Perhaps they never will. |
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