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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 m: H8 P7 X; h/ c( KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / C6 A5 ^( Z& T8 E2 [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' \" {8 i( C V% m' w6 Q9 B* V3 q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * c' T' d& h% f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 ]& t: o6 ?# K- G7 u, ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
) G* Q/ t/ w1 T" dHow you tried to set them free, 3 _8 E8 b1 p, ]! A& Y; f- c) a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 m9 U8 O# H: Y8 DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 ?+ _! p9 l. k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ b2 \0 {6 N2 S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 p6 N" p6 r" W! m, y$ s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 g+ M! h) h+ DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : c: v q8 k# l( N$ {! R% T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 ]0 G9 f( N" k! xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 T3 Q1 R7 y) _& Y; R! M- B4 o2 QBut I could have told you, Vincent, s- j! U+ Y( `0 n& u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + r0 j7 S7 l( _
) C. E0 S7 l/ MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. w9 |( Y3 [3 ]8 G9 {" E9 a) UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! \9 T7 i+ _- H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' M- p$ }0 z$ Q% |, e; ?' K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # U I# h& |2 h6 t' [0 d9 b$ u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 j* I& E( R: r( O8 i0 J
How you suffered for you sanity,
* Q3 w. y9 P- J) W5 F. Y3 CHow you tried to set them free, & X" s9 L0 y7 K n
They would not listen they're not listening still, - a8 b0 a: ^. i! `* F2 K
Perhaps they never will. |
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