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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, U9 `% L' Z7 Z1 l5 ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! b& ]$ C, p* m* ?% _! n6 HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 m8 H& \/ s0 k4 W7 Z1 ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - y, c, ?) b3 f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 p1 a3 a+ `+ c
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 C, S$ K# s, q1 O A4 f. SHow you tried to set them free,
' W# n; b. i! J! wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) z5 l% X* T+ O7 hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ S8 _/ c! ^! I+ f9 ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% I# \& v/ U. q* _6 ?& K$ Q& `2 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) t4 y% N9 R" n, O! NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( z' |( j2 v: m( i- J; G4 S4 D
, H) I- C# ?- JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 W9 @4 e$ t. S/ `% u! c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! o3 }1 c' w( \$ k1 G( fYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. c* K$ y) H3 k& m U* Z) bBut I could have told you, Vincent, + u. U! Z- ]6 ]: \( O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 }7 N1 P, N, k8 O7 ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 m% n: w; [6 k( g4 H2 ~. e5 r+ a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( {5 g: K& r$ F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 F) S$ q- g, x$ _4 ~
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, ' {. }! I: b. p1 }& Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
) C8 C I, l4 ^How you tried to set them free, " G4 N8 j. g! U; y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* F' ~6 _6 j/ k, xPerhaps they never will. |
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