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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. N$ h9 Q6 P' r6 }9 q$ C1 ~% _2 jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
U! ^3 [7 \ S5 G% {* L$ E3 TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 \8 E* c1 }0 p& u2 q# U/ S, ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, k! N/ e. y# `9 n3 s7 VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ |$ X0 `! o; @$ k A7 b8 o0 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 D6 H! U6 c0 M( z$ E/ QHow you tried to set them free, 2 ~$ ^+ V! o' J4 ^" {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" t7 s4 F. g+ ^& _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # v' N8 J# y" x1 r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 E5 q/ e* f% [- G; tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* P' C8 P' j0 J( M2 ~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, : d: S! V$ ^% v" @; G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : s8 h; p) w" _; i
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& F& F7 r3 Y% z! k% g! @( [But I could have told you, Vincent, " A0 Z+ y% N Z$ ]1 ?1 E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : r- V- W0 Y" P# x) s) |
1 q" j# q. u8 ~! CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " s- z7 X' X" P' u0 ?5 D1 ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & L/ D/ P% }8 E( j- H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 X3 O# t" y/ a4 U* P8 {8 s- ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & t& y$ |$ L- W# l& a& Z$ s1 J/ H$ c6 e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, m1 L. O8 s- |% lHow you suffered for you sanity,8 r8 D% S+ h2 z3 ~
How you tried to set them free, , F* }- k& Q3 e. K! S! g* o: x7 G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- i- U( ^- `) H1 o: w' |" J# QPerhaps they never will. |
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