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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # N& ?/ \- N0 m. T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! ~, x& u' v' J' f* ]/ WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ ^# g- j! H& i5 K: o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 c3 I( A' _) |8 m5 [6 n5 W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( \7 t) z: l" r$ d4 XHow you suffered for you sanity, ! u2 j6 ~; E' m! u) Q
How you tried to set them free, , z8 K' O3 L% r8 g) n3 l3 m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 R! Q; y$ p ^, z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 ]) g0 m" W- B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 P4 z; h' H, U3 Z& g; Z6 rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' s' d) x! D; r+ U/ W& ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ R1 s* { q% \' W7 i) A2 w$ kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 _! t4 r+ e* E% C" I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 h3 c4 }' t$ v. F
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 g* I! m2 I9 z) T4 [! J1 }( \! dBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 I, y, g; |7 d: T3 rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " [3 }4 G' ?$ }8 o, w( t! b& R
& }7 V" R& j7 C8 L) J/ EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 Q) A8 d* l0 S5 XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' T" h. K! @! J7 Q* ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; x4 k9 x, a7 W! B' W& z. c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / s1 [6 h, f. s; N9 L# h' {8 e4 Z9 u0 Q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , ^1 d3 _3 H+ U; e+ @5 n
How you suffered for you sanity,8 s% [- |% D; o% o
How you tried to set them free, 8 J: |4 a$ d9 ], A
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 g9 g7 \4 G R. }# Z6 v& I7 |, k- x
Perhaps they never will. |
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