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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 B8 d$ E! Q# c* J* z( S& L# \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 N( |2 c* Q! f9 e* H {- P/ P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 _- g @: R8 \" y' T" V7 o c# d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) @/ q3 N3 L- _- UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 P6 n( B6 W1 |5 s# Z6 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
: @& r- l1 a+ N1 k* K/ N! H! i% WHow you tried to set them free, $ N4 p5 y2 f/ o4 S) S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" `& a- V0 q' V x8 M$ c& VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 U; G$ z- H! o1 A6 S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, D6 n/ M6 D0 L# U- m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ A. W6 y5 n9 ^: T x. D. g+ q3 ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 `. [2 M; U9 S2 M
) v3 U E& k$ y$ i4 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, U m# L& k" v* O4 uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 A& `$ N9 {7 l H) b9 `- gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
s1 q: o, c. D& w' YBut I could have told you, Vincent, & @% t( g! ~- n/ U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 g* y8 i2 g8 b7 ^* f/ p2 h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* u. n/ j6 \# B& ]% }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * B9 W( F0 i$ E; C5 B" X
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, ; l y! L/ R4 t2 _2 P6 R; V
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 ^. v' M8 R1 l5 FHow you tried to set them free,
3 q! ?- {3 l* t3 C# b. ?! `% F1 zThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 a5 M# X X7 Z5 [: B
Perhaps they never will. |
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