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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % G& Q& O( H# m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . T: i+ D! g- F/ R1 h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 m! Y% J$ k2 ]6 n; `. R2 v7 b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 H3 _) e- n( s4 L0 h7 \ s$ `: ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 A- \4 c4 L! E1 R) [& J n7 IHow you suffered for you sanity, + f6 l- N# W7 G# A
How you tried to set them free, _: V+ t% k/ }% q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / m! r( I. x; N( J0 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 w4 ~! k9 j6 r" a9 u! |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : u6 o) ^, \& {7 o. b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
S3 I& @1 v" YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 K( s, [) M; h& b3 k
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) X9 j# ]/ U5 F8 H. T: bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 i( ]6 I, Z1 C6 l
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* F2 _2 a+ s3 R5 ]' ]- B+ a8 WBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- |" o7 \/ p8 Q9 o& J6 r% \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! {2 p2 |0 q& C2 s+ Q
& |) f% U `) M# V- ^- X5 DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* T, n# {& N1 a4 yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( V3 j" b8 [! s$ F! y0 c' g) I& Z3 r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% }7 V% S6 I' a# HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: ]- ^1 Y& h4 @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ ?% Z! U, j/ v# w, G2 ?# H- I' F& \How you suffered for you sanity,
, }9 M: R7 @8 AHow you tried to set them free, * I, Y# b+ s( _$ c; s$ `: j) P
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 ~) j) q" c" F( C3 x( l6 iPerhaps they never will. |
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