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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ n' l Q' F, Q B$ p& Y4 Q6 i. kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % E' \; n+ [; J, @( O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% d, }0 m$ L" }) y4 l: n y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. c" H5 @2 Y" h o( O: x! E3 VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 ?; l; w1 g4 Z" B8 U6 l, _ O2 Q
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 u5 j2 o& r% _. s) p( ^3 I
How you tried to set them free,
# w+ i; F( s% W: G5 m- a6 b8 tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# z+ \7 M0 d; KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) f6 E, u3 W0 h. DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# G4 y+ Y$ g/ ^. ~" c; \: }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( s) @* t4 j$ o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * y) E1 w# Q5 z
) O) \ ~ X) C4 L' `" m( ~- rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. U- P. M' O0 G& zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# Q: O9 `6 N' M/ gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( H- z: A# d- `
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 Y" o, |" q* ^' N& V, G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " v# j2 O% Z4 f3 e4 }. b2 _# d
8 A! y" [ ?1 ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - H' q6 B: A, K( A! v/ h. f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% z9 b) z! c. n' X, uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 M' `1 i8 I7 K5 F+ W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , P! ^: h9 \5 o! E& s/ f3 ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 I% e& F: Y* F* w2 FHow you suffered for you sanity,3 b! R/ m+ o3 q
How you tried to set them free,
; l3 r2 T+ ]$ D6 S: L# OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, V9 R# Z/ v+ [. H8 I9 B- b MPerhaps they never will. |
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