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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : f; i z+ [! I5 J, r, ~' F7 _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" Q+ o% q. H6 w1 g1 \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 Y4 `1 i8 Q7 o+ r4 a1 Y3 u' ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : h6 l" w0 i. G. E! _+ b9 F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 L3 ?4 p) r0 s R. f: H
How you suffered for you sanity,
; J& D: K; i% o& E3 L: JHow you tried to set them free,
9 N" C' e1 ?9 j) rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 L2 ^0 m+ F) k; oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 M0 D( ^7 N0 Z+ T- r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! X1 g9 S/ v. a) c5 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 c3 S4 U2 i% p, U7 b! SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! [ D# d) B# d6 v( v
3 }3 M8 {) ?! `7 hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 y, n6 Z1 o( m* P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 I6 ^) Z( t" b! n9 x( a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; r( o3 d, d- W0 dBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 O; @9 t w0 x! F. {0 y2 E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 B, d2 U+ }. [9 S% h
( W9 G- `8 T0 CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' T8 r; z. s" i; ~) N; Q$ H' y# ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; T3 T. s" A8 }! V8 n5 B' R* t; D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
}) V! T4 p$ jThe 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, $ Y% Q4 x [/ o
How you suffered for you sanity,
* E! a5 A( `( J& O/ K7 qHow you tried to set them free,
; b8 N; Z; T6 \7 Q% C0 e) Q6 rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ n: l% b4 p$ ?# |Perhaps they never will. |
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