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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( z* `: p0 Z; [( [6 u3 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; E; a8 r5 |8 _7 C0 ^% fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ ^) D$ l# B" d( y2 VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% M+ L$ v- X$ ^4 J C3 UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 @ P+ x0 I, O/ i% G. K
How you suffered for you sanity, * t% c( U0 `+ Z- |
How you tried to set them free,
* i4 d' D/ o! \$ D7 ^7 r% iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 e6 j* ]% [! }$ H$ pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 M! Y- }, O6 A: b8 t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 T1 p. ?8 x! E- J: o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 y" c( o { F0 G1 `1 LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; Y6 O3 g% S1 d' d
' i- F+ M3 u( P3 {0 P% QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) D6 i+ t& r- L' r; oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 ]9 x: V4 t2 J$ ^# BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 R$ t: N V+ i5 \% z5 Y, q$ MBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! W5 T5 x! E! [4 X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 b, `4 H6 n) e; z& |/ ]+ d: G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 g3 ? E; P9 A" A9 s N; @2 }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 \2 ?9 V- X9 O$ h) z* |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 [% i2 k9 w6 K) c/ B* y& xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 z( J2 @% P7 PHow you suffered for you sanity,- r3 c2 }% e, g: B* W% |
How you tried to set them free, - j( s2 k9 f- n. \
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 w$ T n+ z% w& x5 @/ S \- Q7 [Perhaps they never will. |
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