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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 m( N& N4 k) y! N+ p* d: t. p+ ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 n2 V. ?" Q& G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' C# E; u5 ?2 S' V3 x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 \* a4 E4 N' TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 }3 }2 `5 r* ^
How you suffered for you sanity, # S, f6 w$ R9 U7 E) U# d
How you tried to set them free, 9 |7 ` v: }$ ]8 ?% ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 B0 X7 b: D/ u" S3 R' B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" ~4 m( V/ S! O/ y, ^! ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, K7 u# g! ]; w6 [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ k( q0 } {, g" C' x- Q% q8 gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 g4 _8 f; C# R1 t% OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" j- Y! g3 ?* y) NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' s' u0 e2 T3 D7 |0 z/ b* v* JYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 F9 b, D/ T1 c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 E7 l8 \0 Q$ p2 ^ aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . C) l7 @ n( I6 N* R( o2 X
8 S+ I( L- t. d0 R* kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + ^9 y% a( o" l) J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 P' _+ }2 J( ?( f! S# |2 h6 C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 M, t* h: r% x6 I; F. W: ?+ S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 @( j6 ]- t4 P! k* d' D# y
8 x4 w m. K$ n* N$ X/ \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 p# z& a/ r% C% R5 Z! T6 N- o
How you suffered for you sanity,
* L! n& F- j* j2 t( M" ]: }3 NHow you tried to set them free,
3 x8 g9 K3 z6 M- t: H1 D( s" lThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 K& c# A5 f, W/ b R$ z/ @
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