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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " b. |) @1 o, {% s0 S$ F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . U" b: ?% G0 B3 N F* f- }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% q. p2 d: p; R+ F4 B" J) s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 P" t$ o# D3 S2 R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 r2 }6 I5 E8 q% p0 z8 U3 h" _
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 u% u0 q( m6 |& Q2 z% _" x1 v
How you tried to set them free,
# Q, O3 u% a9 jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ |" N' F& u: i( N9 _% v* U8 tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 z P0 n6 N# w$ j" z2 sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ o S! \$ Z/ d \$ `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- o; P$ N3 q3 L& _/ A6 UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " a6 U+ z/ I% e% j) z
( c, u, s7 C, r8 a6 |3 I1 ^9 yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 _# [$ S+ p: R% S# yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 Z1 g; Y& c6 r3 |. |* a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 U7 p" x- P6 P, P, Y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& e* z2 o x, @( MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! p( X+ v% b1 k9 [) f/ e/ ^: k6 j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- g1 e7 O- f3 \0 F% CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# U3 t% B; H0 K2 l& j, k; ~. ^# eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) L5 _( H9 G4 a# Q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ Q+ T1 ~5 N$ ?) l) q# Z
How you suffered for you sanity,3 g0 ]! T- J" E; U
How you tried to set them free, " P6 \4 P. d7 Z Z. \. X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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