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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 q5 m6 D6 w0 mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / L: w$ V" f! E0 u8 d& e, d p& [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; [) ~1 H+ ~8 S4 E9 @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- [; ^( M0 Y2 U$ V' oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. {* @$ U$ p3 s! `- J
How you suffered for you sanity, / m, h4 U7 S+ F! N
How you tried to set them free, % v6 n' `9 I' Y8 x9 s8 M* q: H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
l) s8 W- S5 r! QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 f, K3 ^! d" V* {% K4 [: ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 z# [+ M+ N- T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - J' n D% Z$ G, K
Weathered 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, & Z3 C. @3 p! ?2 ?+ R1 y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; V$ R& ?' e0 u+ N" y7 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : h/ c4 M8 q) K1 Q* Y6 x9 ~0 m5 u c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& d% i, x: [# | k- e4 d( tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # t! }3 C! y U5 w1 c# W B7 N q
1 W/ x: _; \! iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; a1 j0 _: g7 g3 T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# d U6 C" K$ _& x7 n; oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 _. l9 b# {# D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 i+ C9 x- t3 T: @0 n4 m8 {, A) E0 p
) H& [7 q* q5 \* jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; A n; w! r% z, ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
& m; E- j# r& c3 yHow you tried to set them free, 0 H+ N% H) C8 K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" |' A6 B- Y y( vPerhaps they never will. |
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