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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 @% e8 @, o; _- ?6 n8 qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; _6 O8 Q3 H& D. O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
y0 H, x. \. N/ |+ N \1 c% ?# UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& q2 M# V1 c" p4 c, L1 FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; N; }/ Q9 V; {7 b; `How you suffered for you sanity,
. Q/ R0 g& a7 Y2 M- tHow you tried to set them free,
5 M2 T2 }9 N- w, t: y3 c- QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& j0 X9 \+ b, z, M$ XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ S- N0 f! H3 f* t9 {* I7 pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 s) N! n `. a9 ^+ @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 ]( I5 X$ |' e" p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 y. V& O/ ?' K4 |! V& Y2 M
1 h" e; I0 N; ^- [; w. U% l/ C2 fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + A: z l4 Z8 K; w4 b& |/ x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 v! f. `' w8 y6 `9 H8 o3 FYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" k& r) C0 U/ X& R2 \( J0 \But I could have told you, Vincent,
# Q. v2 o/ v1 m$ I4 a9 V! PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! ~8 Y/ E* H( s% a4 T3 v, LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 G5 f0 x; X' x* ]. f# ]% C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# d( g- ~* h% C3 k, S: L0 x9 _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / U/ b1 H9 a5 u- L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - w I& i6 Y! X+ y! r. P
# m( P" E, |9 N4 v1 m( UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. s; [. H' { S* [How you suffered for you sanity,) D2 N* B e J0 p; O
How you tried to set them free,
: M( B9 M4 |0 d+ gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; L) F3 t4 F: k! ^Perhaps they never will. |
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