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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: F3 A. j+ O2 b$ |7 H% a- DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 F6 J. e p* s4 u9 t8 m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 F8 d0 R' w: d4 V2 M$ FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% ~7 ^2 P# z) _' ?9 s& {' [% WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 `: W, ^. f( y
How you suffered for you sanity, $ j7 y; T s [3 u
How you tried to set them free, 9 m' y, ^, d/ M. s+ C0 j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : P/ C4 R- ] }1 k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 v% A+ h" M9 p0 [1 c2 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 S" y; p' W$ W/ l( ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 P; M2 N `0 u% l+ BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + a. D% f0 L5 r$ d% ^$ [. j
8 y& t2 `8 L9 V d# q% xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; | ~9 Q. C6 o3 WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: p( _3 W6 g+ s7 o6 a/ z% FYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* b& ]9 e- a9 w- g9 q7 ~ ^But I could have told you, Vincent,
, J y1 V: I2 x# v8 DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& r& k% q. l, n" I% OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 U4 `* p" [# TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ a. X' }9 m( P& q% P$ e* gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , E# w/ O1 }( X: f' g" \' \/ Y' {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 V; G3 I. W4 d$ z* A h
4 j- M8 |% w3 K9 bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! E' y) F& W& n8 Y1 DHow you suffered for you sanity,0 G8 e( W2 u# z0 K0 f
How you tried to set them free, 0 W8 V* x" }# R7 s3 D1 |. f
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! A, G( p2 L3 b) MPerhaps they never will. |
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