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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" U1 | z/ @# M( v+ a/ O; LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; l( L3 ~/ Z8 G( W* l- W/ `3 KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 z5 a( B; V& F9 b( KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) u7 b* q# j/ f+ Q9 k5 O; k& pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 D* G. m+ Z& F" D' P2 K" W1 d
How you suffered for you sanity, , G+ |- }; R+ g$ z7 o) H/ A
How you tried to set them free,
7 m* k, `, z+ S7 G& SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 ^# X$ N( M+ h0 a0 U1 e& ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" ~# w( H, @) D! }& A7 HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% ?/ ^* i& |" z9 O' a) OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * n. \0 n7 ]# T# s3 y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 f! F0 U. ^' B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 B2 ?; [. ~) c( v- x" E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, G- g1 f+ u+ d: ~: r! c+ r' I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. b' O/ l0 f1 a# Y& Z+ Q. OBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 H: n" \. V2 q8 j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( n$ Y( P! o) k8 v' @
' x6 g, U8 u. z3 j+ @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" J/ B( j/ O& B7 z9 R- ~; ^$ b1 e0 ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 n8 r1 V, W% [4 U1 J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ {& h% a7 V! b! g* O1 _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # t* U' Z5 b; T) N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 Z- s. i8 y- x# @2 Q2 Z
How you suffered for you sanity,) `) f n) ]6 K# c! L, w
How you tried to set them free,
. n& H0 x1 A8 ^5 T5 G/ C4 pThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 T9 ?) c E( v& Z5 jPerhaps they never will. |
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