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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 s( w3 H0 @6 r2 b# W& r2 S5 VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + g3 Y3 _8 ^6 L+ |2 W2 c) T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, ^2 ^7 j0 y8 i! r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 x( M2 O @* H& g( \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 h4 x& W3 r _ s3 J* m$ F, e
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 S' t7 |5 m* L0 B! e6 ~
How you tried to set them free, ) o, W6 t8 [! Q+ c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; k) h; b' A8 f7 A+ C) Z6 d. {, }2 o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# ~/ v7 W+ f! k9 _" d1 HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 z4 M# I2 B) @+ x6 pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! i& `7 V4 K# [( w8 E: [& {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " f7 J# C4 o, Y/ t6 D. M
. {/ P; R; f7 i7 z, J! fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 i' n4 r' a/ |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 `) V+ b# j' ?: Y1 mYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % T; O% k9 i$ O* W1 @4 L
But I could have told you, Vincent, G2 s; O& x9 H8 l/ Q! a: @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 p8 j7 C2 j3 f3 ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % v2 }! P9 l- R* C& \# l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 H9 V9 ] Z P; A- \# g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' s# k( ]2 T( N$ n- N6 k1 T* f) P% Z
The 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,
. c8 d0 Y$ W; A( c& x9 I9 tHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 \ Y/ s0 i/ R! ^$ B% u3 |How you tried to set them free, " D% @1 |! ?2 K0 x0 u3 x% o
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 Q1 D6 ?* W3 l4 c
Perhaps they never will. |
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