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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! n* q' A0 q7 d0 i) e+ d: fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " c+ l. V) E; Z# r5 e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, B) J3 a- C' TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% ] H i' h7 {! `! ^- qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' I0 x, k# q$ Z* y: D6 f2 f* B
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 d3 p9 U. ^ ?/ t7 ?5 \
How you tried to set them free,
, T3 a, [& E o0 U) f! }. WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 r# I+ a9 M- A0 q# xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . ~, [3 F8 b2 C5 y, q$ {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
L, L0 u5 t( t+ d4 d) NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . T- M E X4 O$ l: K
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, ' Z" A1 T* J* D2 u& Q0 Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 q/ m2 z# E8 R" q8 {% Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 \9 [% @3 n/ J" b0 D2 L5 o5 x+ L- Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 {* \2 v# E% o& g q; C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 d/ c* D9 @, D
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( g. G: N& x- ^: |! w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) h& |' _1 }! ^5 e0 z0 X" q4 _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 C# _! _* l" R4 g5 J8 `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # P) H/ @% Q) Z# @
" _' Y. r! O7 z# @* m9 NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 H, D) x) q$ j* B: c \How you suffered for you sanity,
1 K5 Y1 o5 g1 s9 N) h; g4 n- sHow you tried to set them free,
# r! P$ r( y6 w$ D' KThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! C% U: j6 L9 ^Perhaps they never will. |
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