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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( O9 I. u+ G3 ?2 X" R* T) RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " V( m0 J( ^: O9 M4 K# I' Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 G- r1 D; k' R2 Q3 h6 ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; y' u& h& |+ f( u! g4 K* UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 f/ i& I0 B: u, p. a' X1 b
How you suffered for you sanity,
. l/ V7 t' |( @* D% ]7 |% [How you tried to set them free,
3 `- {8 g0 @ S1 S& O4 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 ^: I& d& M+ S% P/ v4 V! jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 q5 b; l6 J% ]6 @- _/ K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 l. X( ?" `$ k1 L5 yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- O1 n4 [7 P9 SWeathered 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, v6 e, _* n; i( |! c7 J- r7 F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / R& u$ b. Q! ]& q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : W$ ^9 W" {) d; j5 J7 E7 T. }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" e- A/ Z, F2 l- MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; g/ s; E) R! K8 J$ O& f
% J T6 d. p5 D6 f5 }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 V/ L$ `& s" Y7 |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% T9 A1 E9 J7 K {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 Y H5 A; ^& j; T, J9 q$ x( 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,
* i# b0 A6 B8 z8 o6 M* \How you suffered for you sanity,0 u, g6 R+ e; x! |
How you tried to set them free,
4 A- o! \* f" W/ g. T; `3 w: O9 XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 e' A. ~$ h+ ]1 X3 [Perhaps they never will. |
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