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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 v. ?: P0 s0 J, q5 U/ SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " ]3 N; z- i% x/ [ E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 V1 o4 l/ q: |: E$ {) }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 [8 [; g/ m5 A* T5 J' q$ \/ ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 p, _0 v5 s, y" l0 {$ lHow you suffered for you sanity,
; J" G3 L, z7 l) AHow you tried to set them free, H2 l, e6 F u0 I9 Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' Q, C [/ H* }; s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, M; `0 @* O( J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, Q9 W# ~8 A( Z' M8 u" M. \+ Z3 tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ \% f* T2 n: d+ o1 ]% z& ]5 fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - d( [9 ^; x( I$ M
) x$ x& j0 R+ @: WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; r/ D- v: i2 ]2 o* O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ x0 C7 o; k, j6 E# [' p9 @& cYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 ^/ [% j7 o$ q" i* p; l) KBut I could have told you, Vincent, " |% l: z8 Q5 t2 V; }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 W1 z# U, N; v- {' v
" W9 s. h8 G/ U( ]5 R5 XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 S; D5 o3 z9 K+ X0 {1 R# [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 B) S2 z$ `$ y/ `! _- ^4 C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , m3 [. ?7 k, ]
The 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, ! H/ h8 [' K, |6 E0 ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
' ^ a) e4 F6 k& P. Y0 c sHow you tried to set them free, / e# d# }5 \+ o
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- u" s9 q. g8 y# Y, [5 DPerhaps they never will. |
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