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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - E$ Z" ^3 Z0 H2 b4 c" C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; s& _" J" m$ f h( ~" O/ C4 kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 s3 s0 @3 A) E& T$ z0 lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, L) W3 s, C( M* p G2 ?8 I) ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; ?: h% }& g* m- \- v1 u, |How you suffered for you sanity,
# S# T" ?& h" `0 X% f$ BHow you tried to set them free, 6 o; P( |/ j7 x7 |. Q8 |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; K8 z! K3 g! [+ Q s$ M% F. B; I" w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ M! Y6 b8 t4 ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& s! Q: Y% }) v6 T* J' ], ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 ~: f( ^8 g1 I m8 S7 ?( f5 E: A4 U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 i: n N/ `& N* {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 u$ ~8 `: O4 Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( V( Y( ?7 }$ C3 y7 F" t" u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' r0 f; H. d) `4 J1 P7 RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 i0 G ?. Z, w" c, z1 PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * d6 H( C' ?$ U: t: D# A$ |( ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( l6 U* Y& p5 O" [9 NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! u" T% R" a0 q* m: D$ v" bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 \/ L% I4 `! u* G5 J! K ?
% x( D: \1 i& VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! g- T/ [8 t6 A1 q xHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 Y2 J( t X: h8 X4 _0 P' {How you tried to set them free,
6 A C, E/ a' m" n5 p6 J) U. l' @& ]They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 T' J" |- p3 n' z) N' J9 l& T
Perhaps they never will. |
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