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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % r9 k$ o+ `6 R j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ f" ^6 R0 m# g& q$ m( b$ r- LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: i8 c1 ?, R) J8 ] x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* Z- t. s/ U1 ` F: NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 B1 M$ O9 P% K% wHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ |8 {+ G" h, d" F2 IHow you tried to set them free, * I0 g% \0 ~/ k, \7 |( P0 Z: F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* {) Z9 ~4 q+ w- H+ g# A) _8 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, s1 \1 ]2 L. C# U1 @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 O# G: ]' }4 E/ b5 U/ ~4 R+ B+ VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; D+ J7 C6 ?, Q# y& e' l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' Q: X$ r9 y: E; @& H9 hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - \! L# \* T& r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 {. {* a! P3 S2 ^- J, A3 Q& L& _+ f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) Z0 B$ O7 ~" L
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 N0 ]0 j: i6 u4 T& vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 q2 H) J1 O7 k4 i
$ O- B7 z8 `8 R8 x! H' ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) ?2 m5 U( \! I! K( hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) d4 Q7 S/ E: a6 x4 V# U( G8 u8 f$ LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 _2 N# @6 E! c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; J$ L: F0 T& o
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 h' `% h: \4 J" M' T7 @
How you suffered for you sanity,4 {# Y t# k& S+ @% |2 ^$ S& X) i
How you tried to set them free,
8 _ o% j9 J; w0 M( h! j7 @. _They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 C" n1 o+ q$ s: l& f2 PPerhaps they never will. |
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