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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / C) V3 H, s' V& K7 l+ V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" o2 N$ t, f/ S% N& U( A5 zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; w5 h/ O3 q# k. e1 Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 `6 P+ v8 C3 C0 E5 [, PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ {" x2 g9 V8 E3 }3 x% M9 t. Y
How you suffered for you sanity, ; Y2 i2 }" Z" v r6 i; k" _
How you tried to set them free, 6 j) n& I: _9 f) q m; @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 J4 a# Y: y! ?. n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ L: f+ u" E" s+ Q+ Y& a& N# GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 @* |8 L+ z( ^$ Q7 E5 u; c" LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' K$ u, w8 z! c) @8 OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 M1 s2 P2 f- S- LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * Q0 w' p, G0 @/ ]5 E( }& Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" [! S6 V- A6 L: y- A& RYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 n# Z% i3 e, j9 J3 g6 K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# n0 j/ ^9 w4 h2 t0 n* s7 WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 ~5 w0 C1 Q# u& I
3 P8 v; o) ~1 |& s ?6 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& \7 f+ a% o- {1 k v" A9 m* F/ C- ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 Y* i9 |4 Y4 m# s+ D. ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& [9 T( L" D* z. x$ zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& u- A* E& Y5 n( Y9 @" B6 iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , ?+ ~3 ~/ R! n/ G/ @9 A6 \
How you suffered for you sanity," v! H" W9 F$ M1 l4 `
How you tried to set them free, ( s5 `! A. y2 C& g
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% w% Y# t; m8 GPerhaps they never will. |
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