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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! w& N9 C r/ H, Y# j3 z7 HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% u- R0 k& s$ P1 G. | r% ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# a, N* ~. A- b% N% ?' r' xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & D/ }$ |$ m3 _$ D) J8 L7 [" m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 w" L7 D1 w. \2 m( n: ~How you suffered for you sanity,
: p' D( l; g) ?, e/ v& {How you tried to set them free,
0 Z0 P/ P( p* c3 e; Q. qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 P! v) o$ b$ ^3 u; k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) e+ i# F8 J+ b, I6 \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- G, y4 `5 K1 s* _' UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , b0 Q$ h z4 n6 F% H4 J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. t! n3 [) ]5 Q3 N2 Z' n+ u6 `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & t1 x5 K) z" a2 z5 M3 e* p! v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / ~4 r5 W7 S5 @
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" M6 Y4 z1 T o' aBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 A4 r4 \7 P3 l; w0 K7 R# B! sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : U! j/ @- }) s
8 \* K2 F8 B* y! IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 ~( L. |3 R3 u2 S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 h' g4 f; ^3 s# I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + {, n/ d6 j) H% G1 B9 n
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,
4 W( g: k( z1 `0 y( hHow you suffered for you sanity,! H% j9 b6 Z6 b L+ o
How you tried to set them free,
1 s; @2 T! e% n0 ]6 qThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 s% q0 q( M+ I4 jPerhaps they never will. |
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