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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 `8 H [% Q# _! M& S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: [3 T) z% ?3 s& @. F. nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ X, c% f: f7 @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 A* R- w$ g3 j. J9 }6 G9 F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ p6 Z/ T2 M4 R# S* S" fHow you suffered for you sanity,
; i- p1 s5 l1 s) M4 ]How you tried to set them free,
, [$ i9 x" q9 gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; K, g$ ]" m `' q5 ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; {6 f9 R6 a6 z4 Y8 }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 y0 q$ z5 J7 n5 L& r' vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' g% e5 U4 W. c: RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - b; Y3 m: R7 J( v' ?' ]$ Q
6 C; b5 [8 L2 o1 }7 cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % y; ]; N, f( G6 Q% V/ v' I& Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& w/ @$ \2 h! Q6 L; q; ?$ aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 t! ~) R& R* w( _5 R
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' t3 T" Q- t+ c) I& F }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- R c; N. y+ c; o) v6 zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% {3 O5 H' j2 M! W) k% AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% w4 v! o4 Q- o1 QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 G. B2 C7 [+ {$ kThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 w( Q# f7 K' \
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, k. q! R# y1 l; [' D# e2 |How you suffered for you sanity,3 R+ j) S* B3 `( {0 Q) `* O# y
How you tried to set them free,
t" p: Y- H0 W/ IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ f6 Y$ M M& W; tPerhaps they never will. |
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