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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( h' j, L$ V9 \2 `8 h2 BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - o+ g( `' B1 _4 O1 b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( g3 Z( l7 K1 |/ ^% I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) G- Y; ^0 c. E- j7 n, o' z/ w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 @2 M$ f* t2 V5 n+ \2 H, J/ A% V
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 B: L4 K- A* v3 v+ L3 ^* b7 G
How you tried to set them free,
5 ?+ e* V0 f% Z4 D$ I: d4 X) IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- {% c6 @3 }, ]0 D( z- }5 vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 Z! y# @: f) b8 S: P! HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: |/ e0 ]( ?" ^$ ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . f; p d* G3 R! ^ W/ U5 P
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, 7 P, n5 J( O v0 H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 k5 ?! i6 y' O, E
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 H6 p9 B7 K/ z/ a: `3 I4 @# t/ H) XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' o8 u6 h8 n! b) T7 kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 o& v1 Q" z& g1 o" G- D4 y% D: Q
- h8 b, S1 G, f; {5 h2 G* G3 DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 \# ] j% p; n; t1 E+ {& ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 B3 K$ b8 h8 N, c% u( ^6 C9 e8 z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: B" Q! t. O* d! y4 g, @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 w% ~( Q& J1 C1 wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 X0 c+ N5 S" Z$ J% l/ o) t% K
How you suffered for you sanity,
" b$ m2 I$ Y5 IHow you tried to set them free, 5 `' k6 F' L7 n8 @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# p. h2 P8 ^. \( x4 E# QPerhaps they never will. |
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