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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; q* c# V! B' |- M* C# t. B3 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 M8 H+ C& @# DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
P8 Z) F0 D4 ]5 V$ }& u6 D/ N3 F; FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 l( Z7 h, b4 i/ V' h) S- P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) {& D9 n0 D7 W* J( \ D
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 T& b& F i0 B
How you tried to set them free,
% W9 _! t- e! z6 EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, K- d9 [/ i* ]1 r) pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * ]: p) Z1 v7 y f, E- ]4 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 R3 t+ G* O; Y8 y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * Z) K. L) |$ A0 }% b. B A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . ^. c7 j" G( k8 f- d& o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 M2 ]+ m5 {8 A) Z3 V4 v8 S# y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 ]* P/ F" K& K" YYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 J' o) _$ g/ T; U. {But I could have told you, Vincent, / q4 D. l' l& \3 r% a6 ` C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 m8 } h% e) e0 Y
0 z6 C/ \! i4 J, J K0 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , q3 s- D, @# z! E6 ]) Z6 D- ^ Y; `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 V( C; ^9 F \! y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( y' w, D9 L9 M4 }0 Z1 s" w1 Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , I% ], Q3 C# V9 M7 ?# a
9 }4 @' r: [$ d3 |$ Y: g, LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . S( g7 Z( n9 v+ P( k
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 C4 L# M$ i5 H, N0 K- E2 E. jHow you tried to set them free,
! W. q. x: l5 ~# N: `/ ^: |They would not listen they're not listening still,
) L) g# l, @4 f; h/ t6 v* U* SPerhaps they never will. |
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