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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 |3 L; O6 F7 S* z& U( M% U/ Y) FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- t. ~% S9 Y H' yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% |0 c3 N; d8 R& G( N1 |8 N; }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + {. |" l5 w0 ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 g( `) w" l+ T! w/ Q, k
How you suffered for you sanity, + b' j: D; ], o, `
How you tried to set them free, $ ^( s/ d6 b) k8 D0 t( h+ w. p3 s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ l) t3 ~3 D6 l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 C- ]( v; [" j' Z7 fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. }2 t5 K+ k6 N9 GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! f9 b+ U' l- U6 u- o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . q! j. |1 J' A4 `; a$ n
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( h; W5 ?% {! r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 ]/ q+ h# D- A) FYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 |; w% }2 u F; j* P* E# U4 [
But I could have told you, Vincent, , K( G! k! y. |6 O& n. Q- ~( p& u8 R _# E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & Y6 `. V1 \, P3 B* y
0 f* @$ N* n$ ]: H. g. j4 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 O- M0 \( U: O% o, l0 @+ \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 E+ _2 r0 [$ U+ V) j2 YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 \ k" F3 B* u4 J; P1 I4 GThe 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,
& ^' \7 Q5 F, C* ^How you suffered for you sanity,# ?* ^3 A7 ^2 S! s9 X) I
How you tried to set them free, : _+ r, C2 L' g. C2 ^1 r2 T& D; A
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 M* m5 o# s1 p f7 r
Perhaps they never will. |
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