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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( v1 O6 `8 \0 H2 J- |! B7 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 q+ R$ S! n: Z$ W7 A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% e! h# \. k0 [- dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* d* Y8 M/ B$ mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& j( a+ o6 K. j) P; x" \; u* _9 wHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 L {7 [% H# g5 b6 m: ]+ vHow you tried to set them free,
+ s- Q% H( [$ m2 o8 uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: ?0 l2 W5 p6 X" m: f; o: o# hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 a6 S$ X* v" _2 w0 E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & L; d" K9 k* s+ V; k$ c2 P1 q; v/ A) T: h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 m1 h+ k! s& ?6 o3 QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / s2 ^* N6 h" Z3 @ H, \# F
( F& t* c$ j2 {: d; {- [For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 _) M7 T* J. v7 C, ^& f4 r7 QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, A- Q' {. o& I5 j# F
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 v+ J2 X- |# ]; S p# {6 ], W
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 {) {" N- v# `% V9 Z' OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 I! \, _$ K# X8 {4 h2 T1 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. p5 @. B" n$ r( g- e0 y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 @2 F! X6 G& T8 wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 a7 e% G2 E, q/ U3 ]
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 x- o4 K0 S6 t5 S, v
How you suffered for you sanity,
! Q0 t0 \7 U* XHow you tried to set them free,
3 F! e7 \+ N. `& T' K. P: U2 e; WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 }+ P, ^4 p8 r( U7 [Perhaps they never will. |
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