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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & O# s" q. ?9 c2 Y! G* J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, e) B4 v5 I* `/ \5 e" Q+ kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ q* m4 k! X: j4 ^) ]' q7 S2 P$ m! ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" _( Z$ j3 v& b4 c6 oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 T; U' ^6 K4 `7 H( d$ JHow you suffered for you sanity,
' ?% L2 K# `( j" k! RHow you tried to set them free, 4 I' n6 M8 t- Z( O* h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ \, C" \" j5 n$ t; tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , f- ~' B: K9 k2 c$ k: ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & u" `3 E7 A+ O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 Y% C6 m+ u- ~0 ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 y, z. a! w3 N# V1 G4 m. o! d
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( |: U) n3 Z! b4 L; D7 V8 l& QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + q3 T; l! \5 H4 T! b# S+ b
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( O1 i2 c: L4 i! s" q$ hBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 m: o- m0 B1 @' y3 s4 G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . [$ k5 @' N+ u( \
: w* A& r6 y- G( A# u, wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 m+ z I8 U$ I5 ? m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # c+ V% J9 u, B' ~9 q. ^& x8 c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 D" l$ d% L$ K" N7 P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 l) H, B8 w5 J/ T5 J
How you suffered for you sanity,
) p! n" i6 f3 G1 h* ^- X. {How you tried to set them free, + D0 ?, E6 k# O1 j/ h: ^
They would not listen they're not listening still,
G+ e! a+ u+ N) h- |$ z& WPerhaps they never will. |
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