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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 t+ {0 ?$ I. m+ X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - v" A( N6 z' l& ]$ T* p$ n9 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! J# j, H* @. R8 s' }- q, p' i& ]3 R9 }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 p: P! a( ^' J/ ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 |* Z# a6 j1 h3 f: K: A, N' xHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 _2 l) O7 b, a, |
How you tried to set them free,
$ {4 d' D9 C8 G- U3 L+ j- y' G/ V7 d, mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 w* i b- B- i/ L/ K' Q1 c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ x# w! I! b5 K HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 v) ^& x- ~& X- CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 S$ c& c l0 H* EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 G/ D1 d2 @. z8 H" YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( q3 \' r' W7 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 H8 J3 D7 B: R2 |/ x! Y, JYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 _9 y( o* r9 @
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% }" n; w* @& iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * o6 {" x1 {, X8 e% r
) J3 J, j9 L7 d7 eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; S& N6 {0 A' V/ QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 j6 v. O& h: x- D% @: d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 u2 g0 \1 X* S9 L+ E) z; m- @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 Z" o' p c7 ?6 ^7 i0 Y
9 R6 e7 y9 O6 `6 CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % \; [1 V6 g2 `, q5 _
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 j0 a: C" w% O$ JHow you tried to set them free, / e7 G: V5 f. U L1 v! h9 E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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