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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 N4 x, d6 s x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 b1 ~" S( n4 u& KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( {9 b/ r' Q6 K! ~3 r2 R- R3 B$ c8 L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; ^! v- Y( z' M+ T2 |- N: {6 \" \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
U% I4 o @ E) aHow you suffered for you sanity, ( j8 b+ n+ z5 [8 Q: A* O6 Y* |2 y: ~$ x
How you tried to set them free,
% }9 }+ f9 e- g- f$ ]$ sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) O6 c0 M5 m) f2 `/ ~0 RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. W7 G7 U' l, e/ L4 a( T8 _1 USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 ] @! \; ?% p) I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' f8 i( B! |0 G4 s) w& V1 o WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & ?& n7 n8 {: m+ |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ Z1 H% u. U( \+ d" t3 s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 k' e; g1 ^9 B9 {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 T Y; h! z4 q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 v7 e( U8 Y7 i3 g: ^" AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . H+ C6 J/ x; F" V5 | M5 W4 M
% Y7 _) ~/ m$ t0 C6 FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 {3 Q: N: R+ Y$ w* {4 B( H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 ^/ q7 ?4 Y, _/ o2 P( S) qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# q; T3 y e* ^( ~3 o+ XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* a. u6 {% f3 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + d i0 O& Q( b, Q/ C5 h
How you suffered for you sanity,# S& w7 s7 C7 L$ I! G
How you tried to set them free, - g4 A& U% Y' H/ D7 p! u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ @- [8 \0 z( o: @Perhaps they never will. |
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