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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% T9 l! J+ [5 g+ s: f9 s" ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
x# O8 D: B+ Z' L: o/ uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 k% v e/ o* X/ |, K. \6 X3 s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 P/ O- i; s8 n; w5 P2 d5 `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& u$ i$ v9 f& [
How you suffered for you sanity,
( d% G) u9 P! e- d+ o& fHow you tried to set them free,
6 |+ ]( o) S; e8 xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 t; |! R$ z( g" |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 T* w& A+ M. M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - x9 L' h4 s, u% @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ U$ {, }5 x. k4 w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 F, ?/ }5 _3 ~7 a3 @
+ s3 R, s. L* PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ f: w$ C3 D5 i1 F( z; J/ Q# xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) `/ J& a6 |# g, E8 ]You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! j3 b7 w$ B0 j6 V, W* b
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 l. `* y. t/ h6 d1 v) G' |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ T1 e) h4 z9 |! ]4 M6 EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( l6 l" m) P4 l; A/ {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) D- k* i/ x2 n$ j- I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 s. e- s+ u$ @4 F( E0 @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 g" `! k, s0 B- nHow you suffered for you sanity,( T4 a. s! u$ S5 I' l* G% t) c
How you tried to set them free,
4 o- o" Y5 U% L" i9 MThey would not listen they're not listening still, : Y& o' I+ ]& d
Perhaps they never will. |
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