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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 f2 `6 Q/ X/ r2 J7 i$ s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 c( ^! V8 o8 x) B6 G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 y! Q6 f4 I5 N% Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + W P/ ]9 }0 k" S2 D& [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& K0 J$ q- q1 F) M) U
How you suffered for you sanity,
, M+ E" r, m! g9 k& yHow you tried to set them free, + S. b. K, b! @3 y6 g$ W# R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" U% E7 a0 }: h$ A4 \7 {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 r+ k4 y+ K4 T- N$ ~! H7 zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 T# I4 n- U0 ?# B$ `: oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! A4 h1 \4 x. uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; m1 D6 h5 w& ~5 L4 j
. ~9 M+ y F; i, L5 b- c4 DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; M3 X3 [) t( I/ I8 }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; j$ B2 U4 a* h# S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ u( u) j9 U; b2 v' @1 yBut I could have told you, Vincent, % E9 ], _: ^9 K+ o, K3 O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 G: b7 q, ? L* L: X
- b! i% Q B* `0 ^0 fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 j. R$ E1 B1 K% v: ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 J" _& V' w0 c3 r% K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) \; q1 f a0 f, w6 {/ m6 L
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,
; r6 Z3 \; d2 e) {How you suffered for you sanity,
& K L* C4 h; m& b5 }4 o* ?How you tried to set them free, 1 v5 u) e7 a' I% O% Y W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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