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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 Y) Y7 q/ F5 O2 Q2 cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 p! x" E! T$ w$ G$ Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, S7 @8 I( T. D2 t y! {! o. ? ?/ V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 U9 g& y" O1 ?% X5 d7 zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 ^) w( e3 _5 H7 I5 C+ GHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ _) G8 @4 C8 o4 B0 cHow you tried to set them free, 1 ^9 i8 b8 Q2 v- T9 X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 B. U& F5 @% W: N$ B' [% CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. ?0 N5 ?5 o' }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 P8 n5 a7 z2 x$ ?6 J0 aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, k+ L6 c2 M, T. F$ `. QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 n4 j Q3 t5 M$ }( w) u- s
9 m& K) d& ^+ ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + W4 p1 N+ P0 W: j# J5 g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % F* c$ f" z; e- o& t
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 \0 b( a0 r4 @; QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% R/ X. i! p& a6 [0 P& ]5 e9 L) _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : M, g% c# f# ^) e( W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 u3 W3 H. `5 J. A/ M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % {. F$ f- N, H( d3 \) p0 Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 q3 }$ v: Z; |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # T0 |7 R1 @ t8 f( c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ I5 P" s a6 W, z! K- W+ f$ v
How you suffered for you sanity,
( k9 | g- R. iHow you tried to set them free,
0 ~& {- w: g' T0 {+ P& Q8 N. l' s. \They would not listen they're not listening still,
% T5 ]* j. y! X3 i e" ePerhaps they never will. |
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