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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % | }# \; X# `, h! J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % B2 M2 D! y7 ]; H) I8 W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 n; h" Q3 }; D: Y2 C7 ~$ |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 d# ~ Z/ A( Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 ?5 P! l* Y+ G3 k( z2 l/ A
How you suffered for you sanity, ' t2 x+ l) a, L7 {" E0 |# [
How you tried to set them free,
4 h+ x, H/ ^. w8 L9 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 Z( K% ^7 `+ m5 R) D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 q/ h' m5 E$ t+ y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + y0 v$ I7 x$ V' b N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- R1 z2 A/ v# ?. W' F" o: G4 l$ }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; b1 ?( |. t/ R( M" A; K1 {$ _
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" Z2 r2 N# B! TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; t6 ~: ~! c* f; e, g; F: q' ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 v9 \: g1 o! N8 N* b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) r" H2 J1 y9 s* G( q0 sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 E# w* y; s+ M& _" N6 ]" w
! U( x, [0 P$ jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ C) y, t$ U0 L" V4 VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 G% l7 d j# h# Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, W9 U. C; \ l& |2 o7 C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& L# L5 M% R( A* j& YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + a$ D# t \2 q. y2 h
How you suffered for you sanity,
" g0 }- u/ m- F9 b2 ZHow you tried to set them free, 4 n% ?: s0 ~0 [- b8 l
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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