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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 x$ u# T. J& O+ A" ?8 Z$ dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 E/ p' m4 S* S: m3 C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% C6 E2 x. V: |3 O$ A Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) q# K1 D5 f/ H P+ V6 ]. P# RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
M+ l( `5 i8 yHow you suffered for you sanity, ; x# t- |: h! h) M2 L% P
How you tried to set them free,
6 ^1 V/ z8 z: W$ ~/ B3 rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , l0 {( `) F# @/ r% A6 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 E! C; [! W+ B8 ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; I% O5 d a5 S! E% {" o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; ~# V h0 b0 x6 W% P$ W# i( K8 C- Z2 v( MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * w4 g9 s( p4 F( c* O3 C. i) t( ^
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / f, G0 P K( y+ i6 F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; r- _* d$ J q( h; q! u9 wYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 d( f9 a: Q' m8 V9 V9 ?5 {- Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, / ^% b. \. E# h# y# u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 _ x8 H/ v) i8 e ?: ~
' C& A i, V3 s% \* ]# A% y b/ o7 o5 @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : @8 Y8 U% i- l5 \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 l8 H: l6 v5 s4 RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 P+ P, E! E& H5 a; zThe 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,
) V" z" l2 h# \How you suffered for you sanity,/ A% L9 l/ a2 o/ f5 h* b- k
How you tried to set them free, , r6 o3 U" V/ e) j2 i; e' p; ^
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 C2 a' B4 b3 J& S5 B, ]Perhaps they never will. |
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