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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 H7 E, z9 O' S4 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 h8 U6 Z( w' V# D- t( M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ d+ E# h$ a( q) A, e' `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - A7 ^, ~$ w' h$ y1 Q" P: Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' O; Q0 M9 z2 \' r$ R1 z7 ^How you suffered for you sanity,
* m, W H8 h6 i s9 y$ C/ K" GHow you tried to set them free, 1 Q5 e: o& j3 p9 G) S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 E' L! A, Z$ B3 ], b8 KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ p# b' F5 D- h. T# V+ u! f4 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 B* M7 |4 A! A9 s; C! `( W2 {9 X& TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" c! C# D0 M' L, H" K9 tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' C* k, z7 N ^; H, h, S: u" SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " |, c% r& v( \$ u+ l! z* a+ o1 \8 x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ f. i, L( z4 Q5 ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 Y6 v% v; J9 i9 q
But I could have told you, Vincent, / _" _& J$ J5 e5 o* T7 A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' Y6 B& w7 L S {& X8 @
9 J7 a+ t2 [3 F# aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 W7 p# Q2 R3 }6 NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 W9 O/ F4 Y' g- \* @/ z4 _/ q$ x' X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , H3 n: t# d! c8 ]
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,
5 n6 h6 m; U* G$ Y1 W8 ?# `. l7 QHow you suffered for you sanity,' M g( p2 p% ` o
How you tried to set them free, ; O$ w# K! A$ z2 h3 y6 Z; F, ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: @4 ~* \( O6 d3 \ J. U) i& \Perhaps they never will. |
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