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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 `+ F) a& G/ [) I1 y6 @5 iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 w7 \" y$ X" C* h' sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 T- m* K6 I8 Q9 [2 n' W( ^2 M4 c/ X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, `: }# p) C C2 l% SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 D* Y2 R( ]9 x5 O2 @ Q) V% E- n
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 E$ ]6 a' B# G' @How you tried to set them free,
6 T4 }% L( H+ v' e) p$ u0 {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 A- \4 D0 G. F; k8 H( [ KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 b8 h4 d& i! T5 U4 g' v" y+ ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 r% F- i( ~3 |2 r+ e2 X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" F! q/ K% K- IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 ^# F$ G; z) N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 x' k5 t2 [" b# j. k* B+ f9 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 Y' b" g% r G7 I/ ?But I could have told you, Vincent, : f" n5 L' N- `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 c" P4 ]9 ^- I' `* A! f! s2 r* a* G
. {9 X3 j8 _, V( ?/ eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! ~0 [* a6 |( M. y0 ~, WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! F! I$ m4 Z) @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 N# D- f# T0 u- Z+ s( c
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,
3 Z# m% X7 \' q8 A" q W: wHow you suffered for you sanity,; j8 Z7 m4 }; E5 F# l9 @) z
How you tried to set them free,
, `4 o5 k2 m, Y/ IThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 ~- \, D f6 `# v- f7 K8 L
Perhaps they never will. |
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