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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, Z9 H0 c9 q1 r% T* Q( E+ sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; }4 P' G. g- |3 S5 F1 C7 I6 z2 pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 U! H @) D& f3 h4 f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 J4 J+ D7 B8 o$ fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# `+ [% H2 C8 [/ X6 }+ QHow you suffered for you sanity, + F8 ^/ {8 o4 E- ?# d
How you tried to set them free, 8 h( M& o* I \0 i8 r8 u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- a; ~6 U3 l+ dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' O+ w8 C: \( x/ Q& Y4 j" Y* {8 |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 `* _- p0 z% W1 h: B9 H' `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 X$ u# p0 u0 h/ LWeathered 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, ) _7 V) b: W7 [3 t/ J5 A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 k, [1 c3 m# ^6 j7 U9 d, BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 e o* x) v) O: J5 J) x
But I could have told you, Vincent, # p$ q; R6 Z l. f* `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" L9 ?" h( @% u$ X8 T" dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 F3 |6 }0 R: Y. [2 H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' A! b% t. [' n1 R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " Q1 \ _- ~! m: ?0 `6 R: P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % ?" J0 }2 H! L% s S( f) m
/ } g; I7 t- f+ _ cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( L5 S" ~8 @" F' N% Z/ L* \4 K* l. SHow you suffered for you sanity,+ c0 E7 |2 R' n' n" {
How you tried to set them free,
$ G8 y/ i: P+ L% c1 AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 j7 i: a$ F0 _Perhaps they never will. |
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