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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* ^( {+ J }* O6 nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 x J. {% g% x& p& ?7 ^' B1 H0 ^; l& s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 k) N1 M& Y, @2 H3 D/ n. e* S2 O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
E }, s0 p9 P( ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" o* \/ _/ i( Y+ P8 A2 U8 KHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 \8 S3 n: ~) tHow you tried to set them free, 7 c. S; C. F* B, o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. y/ y3 W8 X5 E) V, mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 n. {6 c1 O, C8 y8 ^# J" Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ m1 ? M0 G' Q4 c% k3 }( l. [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / I, s# e0 a+ o( b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) t( d% J- S* M
8 {1 d0 ^' G$ L( v# oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( `5 ]( a8 k3 ]) S; ~0 g. `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 W0 W4 R' L) m f: T: f9 W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' B5 N# b2 E! E' `- `But I could have told you, Vincent, ' f, P8 |. ?, D9 H% S: d; r5 A/ J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - ]( [- D& y* l& q
: r4 l, u& \/ q. `) q" ]" pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 ?/ p. k3 L$ ?0 l! l& X& u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& }1 w& u) U$ d. oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + \7 B x& Y, R$ p+ S$ t, a: `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 g0 p/ m z) ?2 F* T9 F' R$ Z. HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
y! m' U. Z' ?4 KHow you suffered for you sanity,( b. `9 W+ w' n: }
How you tried to set them free,
! }/ v; |2 B1 p. v+ _- |6 ~2 N) S3 xThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* D5 u; {; a; u- n4 H6 YPerhaps they never will. |
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