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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 l$ u8 S7 _, a4 V; X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' H0 v6 c; i6 a6 m8 Q& I, T! Z8 `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: {! k+ E7 \1 C7 `2 V) g) q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* R2 _1 _5 d' q& H UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 }& E" k: t! @
How you suffered for you sanity,
# Q8 K& b) T3 q8 n' r' s" FHow you tried to set them free, - w5 t4 L( D, U+ K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: s9 ]% l8 Q' g0 ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) O6 T' f4 z: @* R* v d, s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
w8 m9 ~5 ~* DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 f1 u! ?- G& V+ B/ W. l$ g6 S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, x8 ]: Q4 U0 {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* S0 b, w7 S2 }$ ~You took your life as lovers ofter do, + N: q8 A: e- L( L, Y0 P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) `! c9 Q2 c/ x% q5 v3 g) ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , n( y, R# O( q# d/ A$ D! m
7 Z& g5 `1 U/ C* ?0 b0 E1 _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + }1 U4 I' [! |9 _* \* Q$ |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# a: s. [5 \8 a2 q. h. K8 _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) l) Q- p: V) p( \- H3 P6 ^, x9 n F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) a/ F; |* y8 ]. K% ]* C
1 T8 r& N" I# ^% D ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 A3 r( r5 d! J
How you suffered for you sanity,
! E! i- g" y; }" ]" ZHow you tried to set them free, 2 K% G6 _9 [2 ], p7 G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& |1 u" {+ n/ r/ j& U; hPerhaps they never will. |
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