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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; C0 t% H4 M4 @' y# `' S( M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( A& v1 P" N6 D1 `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' `- }( E$ v$ m* I" r4 b$ Q, }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - K3 J n0 _2 x7 @! D2 M' g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 ~; ^$ r5 K" m# u% iHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 Z0 Z3 x V( Y+ |) G! x Q0 Q ?
How you tried to set them free,
6 R- r8 Q5 }7 r9 `2 RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% S7 n9 ^5 G$ V4 [; o! w2 r; x+ rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% G. Z' a8 n( o6 W, N2 h$ X9 M9 \) oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! O) Z' |- P1 `' ^$ Y5 k) EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : N8 g% ~! r" g5 v( r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! ~% D( S/ M) V; O- t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 R2 l$ M; A% E4 k- xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 W3 q: j' `7 @# s, O1 Y3 ]5 _& w# cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; _: K6 V- B1 q0 _+ t3 B& |" \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ z" u) h8 c! _7 J1 ^. h5 rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; j5 E2 P3 W% ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 z* k7 g& b! `) zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. h5 X; Y; Z7 T0 F! O
4 v4 d2 T/ Q2 CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , ~" v) o6 m/ y& G5 v" X/ v" X
How you suffered for you sanity,
: h! ^$ V1 S7 ^" |- `0 n/ k2 o. \How you tried to set them free,
4 l" A" L" w2 ~; D5 J6 Q6 _4 I2 _They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 U) G9 f6 ]& `" y9 B) h; {3 XPerhaps they never will. |
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