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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; S! F# f. W5 I2 Q" c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) \/ t3 w' I2 _% m2 |, u" |" G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' ~ r5 V* `# x9 r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & }- D7 b1 U/ n) ~0 U1 u& ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( n7 H: M5 I( I
How you suffered for you sanity,
! I5 f1 I* Z6 M" H4 ], _How you tried to set them free, . J4 o( Q9 G) ?% A6 U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ ~ b3 l2 \0 r* }$ q- P3 }6 y! oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 c& l; n6 Z _; @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
j6 R5 w" K% V/ zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 }2 V4 {" V. M5 E) [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* l" X! q3 n W% ^+ A9 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 `. `7 q) l- M* `8 v$ N0 j) iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " o q% p' K0 D* u6 ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 f7 X) s; K; m! U) b- Y/ lBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; t, |5 P: b7 H' Q; g3 J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 G: r* d: c# s. u$ N2 m. P
& ~( P& _! M6 G6 y, @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; l4 V1 L" x( }; I0 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, s5 B/ o5 L8 q; |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' H+ M: F. a( D$ u$ Y7 Q. {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, y# u- e% C K6 j* zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ O+ ]4 x0 w E$ m4 l" [: |
How you suffered for you sanity,1 I2 X; ?. O/ ?8 M
How you tried to set them free,
' {& k/ n. t7 jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) |2 ~1 k# o6 c( T; t" y- q& W+ fPerhaps they never will. |
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