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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( ^1 H9 _3 J# P0 c; \6 d8 m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 O: |- M5 ~" q- ?. `' Z* }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 c0 }, E; z9 I: L9 T- V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 B( V2 B. e! w: p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( D: `' s8 F; M# k' T. w
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 Y1 x% L' V7 F& t
How you tried to set them free,
# P, C- Y1 }! d" k% {7 Z$ {0 d4 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 h) O7 Z* W- B$ {1 m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. b" V7 o; `0 S) DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ m( P" N8 E9 h, PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 m3 ~3 `; ^' p1 j, w) bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , e F9 g% F$ D% Z- x+ I
) F* a6 { ] S# J, m+ F WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 b, k) X' T3 `8 f( T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 w6 g; j$ P# p$ d
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; d5 G2 X4 ~8 s6 E
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. g5 |* h/ ~& G7 UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) U0 `5 T" Q" l# \4 L+ H4 s
6 T6 E* V, W+ p5 Z- t( r# @% dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & K! v' Q, {3 D& t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / [, Y/ G+ o7 I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: V0 ?! z: V- O" ^% vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 z) z- h# z; Y$ x& WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 v& z4 c/ X3 b- ]- H) K5 E( _2 GHow you suffered for you sanity,$ ]& J+ a. ^( E# |" O1 l
How you tried to set them free,
$ c5 r) k' z8 ]* s! B2 R; @They would not listen they're not listening still,
; _4 I3 o& b8 [1 WPerhaps they never will. |
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