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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! K' f4 Q& Q' R* T0 t9 @1 ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & q5 L2 `# @3 I# j) j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 j# M$ }0 c+ s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + ^. A3 M2 \9 U0 Z4 c/ F/ g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 i' F; v6 H0 Y0 C
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 Y, k1 n4 l, `% V! \How you tried to set them free,
% |: p: f/ n( m$ Z# `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 R1 p0 Y; h4 k9 k( S' KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , i9 p4 i: j- z9 A2 K0 n3 h, E9 W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 d9 o' v8 E& y' s5 S/ G7 P! L/ P# wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( i1 F, _' b$ \: J0 y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - D- \* y' w1 c0 ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 F, N' e4 f z1 y b, G+ D# `% m) r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 {; p2 e' o: ?& w- m) i7 ]6 |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 K b8 H* H- u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" h1 r& |/ c/ |7 tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 z, }7 k0 N; _, A( Y
7 w3 |: Y* x/ S' x' h5 [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ i) w2 d' m5 p- aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " R+ L7 |; t0 k1 j* k( h. G& O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 J( t; D% x8 z) c) }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% e" r$ F- L% X, f* o# iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 R {. B4 b$ D" Q. e2 J- R
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 \: j4 W, U6 i+ pHow you tried to set them free, ; z7 P6 A9 L0 w3 K" S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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