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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 n8 z: f9 S0 A a/ XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
H( s2 w% c& L; I9 B& WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, z" M, f6 b2 d3 Z8 S, |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 ~/ F! f. \$ O& R# [$ W- h" ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 O* s# E2 P! _, V
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 F* l& q: b2 Z7 I1 u4 pHow you tried to set them free,
- D9 w& m: f M! b+ n8 S/ k6 ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 W% B; ~* H. E* w6 l+ }# R: W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% }+ r/ V5 H& A6 }, ~' W# CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- x4 `( L" ^! Z2 e& SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 K& T( M% q& L; T: b3 Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , a+ }/ @4 n @. b1 J
; n6 x# ~. s: z5 p+ |8 SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, e1 k* `8 A( [ h$ Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& S' H8 D- \' K2 t0 m5 ?8 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! e# C3 I/ c7 E/ K1 jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! P3 v9 {" Z: uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , q4 T, F x: p/ ]% E# k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + A/ \0 o* I/ n, J$ M* q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
`# c7 L( h+ Y, Q2 m# ?3 j/ hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ s6 a6 K1 q$ v1 @# F. qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! U U1 _# \6 r$ Z! t B& FHow you suffered for you sanity,3 B- v# r5 K/ R3 q
How you tried to set them free,
8 N, P0 M9 d9 j0 RThey would not listen they're not listening still, # S6 A* H& t, K7 ~& a
Perhaps they never will. |
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