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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 w8 U, y; k: n! A8 |. |4 \7 E- k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' o3 v+ r* D+ D& P( OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& r5 U1 e5 N+ s# UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( v( i! U) U# \) |5 QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. O! W B' T* i9 z3 [3 M0 F) O1 x" P
How you suffered for you sanity, ; N7 U, p! D( B" a- ^" `
How you tried to set them free,
* W# y$ }2 p x3 L6 Z3 dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * ^, n) R7 Z0 M+ r% ~- n% l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + L) s; _3 E6 L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 K Q* z1 F4 Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
S& \$ U, t3 q* sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , O% X; s5 z+ w5 }9 G$ H
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - J4 {# l) V+ B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # Q; w. F; x" m. h( e8 T7 S) L i
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 C% Z: |, ^! x# t @. _But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 x4 V; u5 K, H- I6 J) k$ fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . L# I9 w; N5 ^: ?5 U% j, [0 Y
# N2 s5 V+ Q6 J; ?. p6 B! Z; cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 d/ g7 g7 W( o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& u' V% X& U2 g' X0 b! ]& DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) { G: Y* M* d- W; ?
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,
2 S" N7 N! e( e2 P+ ] n; H8 O1 p/ n# XHow you suffered for you sanity,, s/ _+ G& T1 p& V/ G8 B
How you tried to set them free, 3 E% u, E* J" z, n$ v5 |
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 j. A% w4 y' H8 H/ [Perhaps they never will. |
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