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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 H& F: G, Y2 y; C% f1 e( m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 { r/ `5 n9 G. T# H- iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ r: U+ E3 `6 R8 h3 _: K# SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! z6 i& B: o5 M$ P; F) x4 \6 w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 a7 x) D: b: b) B: K; N2 [$ q' FHow you suffered for you sanity, ) T# U0 x. R! n3 i- _$ q
How you tried to set them free,
# {& b; H) v ]2 R+ [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : [( _9 d7 f& {/ w, Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. }+ m% U$ Z ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, b" i/ _" ?$ p6 ~8 ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* q. h4 \ ~; N5 }2 D! {" {/ tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . r" Y) T& [, Z# v. b# h7 I8 ^
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 u8 C% @1 _0 I6 ^" X% ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" ]' q. x' h9 L5 \4 [ E2 M+ KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 o; w) }+ o3 ?* }& wBut I could have told you, Vincent,
y3 q0 C% p# m4 d! N+ l" o% sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- o; K8 n0 A. g6 O) rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: \0 M! I( |! D! B( v; A, E; aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. e. g0 d, k' p# e+ I- r. S5 ^5 B( P+ ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 M3 B% [6 R& K% {0 c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 P6 ?& p3 k* s4 G; x' p7 b
% C' O8 S9 U1 O5 d4 ^& P! qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) {5 u0 L# ?: uHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 g3 j; ^' w% |; g3 D" |$ J( BHow you tried to set them free, 0 {8 C# s% U: I% v6 N8 K
They would not listen they're not listening still, - S. |* Z, x' }
Perhaps they never will. |
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