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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; ]7 @; Q+ w3 Y* [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( N& Y% P, m: h' P% t' hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 O! `- B. j. N. U" Y# S% ?4 nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( |* ^! d5 e) z2 _; a+ }2 ~) }# WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 R: Z/ u# F0 x7 \. l+ m; Q9 l0 |
How you suffered for you sanity, % F$ U4 ~! B: @) ]. \. Q" ~* e
How you tried to set them free,
: A3 W( ?! q4 R* W1 W2 _" X7 G4 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# R: G" ?+ C! {& R$ lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : u: O0 O, _/ D& ^/ [0 ?/ k( h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# _1 t( O# ~+ ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% p6 w |' R6 m6 \7 }3 H6 n+ X1 OWeathered 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, 3 i" ?& K* K9 t; ]$ H" O3 u1 `. D; o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* R5 [) ?' N+ u, \9 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* F5 H& J$ [7 p; K! y' M" BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' F* M* Z( K( ~9 s: `+ s% \2 MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! q j9 E9 ~& N3 \. s' d3 w
x9 b) X! O x6 XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 P* t2 w7 t& w' p& X* r# P: p3 n$ H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: M' v; J, F0 v' |$ LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* P+ @! g! [+ U: c x* N# w6 yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 ~5 B' H7 r, W7 h) N& C" f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) t3 e% P4 B) k7 N# ^
How you suffered for you sanity,8 }8 V0 l1 Y* j# B3 H7 C. [
How you tried to set them free,
; w) m; Z! i9 |* u) lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) a2 V( v: N2 VPerhaps they never will. |
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