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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! W* q8 t) X3 U, a# \% j2 J! f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. |1 f9 k1 f1 d6 N4 Q# D4 W7 t/ MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* _! ^8 s; Y- x, L$ i7 f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; t0 V. l! r" N4 j# i# c4 c$ \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( Y# _0 t' o& S6 v" T
How you suffered for you sanity, * g: b, T, @8 n5 h, |
How you tried to set them free, ; N- ]2 ]8 \$ a: v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) B. y! c& p% y, w# n# \' PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 Q7 r& w0 c j7 y1 pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 O L6 X7 }0 q2 s: }2 ~! \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
v% r. Z) n# a: l# }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 ^3 G( ]& V9 D7 B* P
+ U8 N' C5 [/ M h3 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , h3 f% k. A: @1 V- }! I2 t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 y$ g& p6 K& m t/ z# I1 s9 GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ?8 x! i" ^3 \& [' Y2 ]% d
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 _5 T- \# F" j s2 n# hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 h5 t# d, L* m% Y7 n( b8 f2 l: vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, J. }! y' H/ F9 W5 h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : T6 c0 g! M, S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ S3 f9 H8 o$ e3 E( b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ E2 i3 w, |+ N, B" x0 DHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ v7 _: w0 A5 N, }+ |How you tried to set them free,
: c3 x0 q9 g0 R1 Q/ O/ f* D0 VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 l( `/ i; v8 Q2 I' b8 @/ \* [Perhaps they never will. |
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