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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 i, j7 s/ n, F$ B& p( R8 HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 `' j, U7 v6 d3 K9 J6 {# s5 E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 h* f: J" @& i1 a3 j' bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 q) K/ x+ o& v, t/ p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, _* Z8 l9 Q+ T) q
How you suffered for you sanity, & u4 e; r( r! f" A
How you tried to set them free,
% g S& h; b+ _6 O8 R' r4 ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 F# \6 c3 B! Z# O6 AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 E. i; i7 P0 ~" ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 c! ]4 l" [# u. qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 o, W6 E7 y" G [! b3 b( s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 r! S" G& ]' E: ]
9 ]7 Q/ q/ v! Z6 {$ k4 rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 T5 ]3 B+ I5 G. `& U `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * R) ^) k+ y7 T2 m# N6 z0 R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* z8 h+ T' D' ?' HBut I could have told you, Vincent, : W2 e: ~) Q; ^" V+ M2 L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / @8 O+ w9 A& X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 T, d Q& G$ {% l9 c5 d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, c& u3 U7 w7 ?( R6 O X- T! K. SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) s& {8 U( u1 D' J) X! ~# _% qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ J1 ` ?; p; f5 W- Z+ _How you suffered for you sanity,# U; v* U0 N. B
How you tried to set them free,
1 _; A! ^9 ]" u" T$ i; i$ c' }They would not listen they're not listening still,
; z$ d4 e( [* K- _4 R0 f3 Y, QPerhaps they never will. |
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