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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ Q! B& R+ B, N g: D' O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 G. }4 r2 z j1 ?+ XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, J8 A7 X2 l3 s- \2 A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 C* T, r4 u, W$ q5 X! c5 c0 {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ w9 e; d Q4 ~How you suffered for you sanity,
- N! n1 m* w1 LHow you tried to set them free, 6 X! s& M, I5 Z; A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 e: {8 i) K8 S: C: q* u! _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 L4 I/ a( b( c+ HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* Y0 A8 ^/ V4 r$ [+ C6 ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 V: f- L+ R6 p$ D8 E$ O2 K% V5 sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * }) S! _% @2 h' P; L# ]
; Z u+ V# U9 q- bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: u3 p5 C0 d9 wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: z1 p8 C O2 _7 h- V2 qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, p' i% s/ k9 K8 u1 B- {7 Q9 O% Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ u0 q7 d5 o" D0 t" f n0 h4 ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) T) p& ]& f: z$ _5 u4 U6 i+ t. u) G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" R% y' z/ X) e U: i. k" k Z' RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 ]7 b. ]0 U* u* p1 Y' M- JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, N i( j5 H5 K6 y, ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. M& X6 o6 N% O8 {) a: u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * f8 i \/ |( M% Q9 e
How you suffered for you sanity,! a3 K+ t1 i8 p8 B0 J
How you tried to set them free,
) u5 h7 y: e P" Q! K7 iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 `; C' T% e2 ?% g% wPerhaps they never will. |
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