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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 f1 a2 m# ^0 e+ c2 I* {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( `8 K/ ~' X' F) d ` L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 j; R: w' W, ?) R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 s8 F! [; b/ E9 FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) c+ }7 R+ {1 w5 c
How you suffered for you sanity,
, ^5 X7 P5 ~) s. CHow you tried to set them free,
% Y+ f" i3 b A9 ~9 w6 ?7 C- W& SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* c2 C8 \+ t8 r5 ]8 {4 a2 W% ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 z! _% [. X2 @( q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , |" R; Y0 |; B, v: p \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 M2 `7 p0 L9 K2 `6 d+ OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , u" s3 ^) A4 W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( ^0 i: R$ F |: Z$ i' w4 pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% m# _) d/ u& n; K/ v8 q( SYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 d" w$ n% [+ T8 s8 U. L4 @. TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 A" D4 e& M& y6 G. G3 X3 W' J9 U3 yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. R9 m$ l& p& s/ K8 E
! K. f0 C5 u: zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( ]. C: {' C- T q! B# ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " `# _5 D4 K: D% z; O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 k* R+ _# n' l& {$ N/ QThe 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,
/ L' Z! L4 Q) k3 IHow you suffered for you sanity,3 l) X+ L/ a% E F, Z
How you tried to set them free,
7 P- g7 O5 N3 N9 O# R# p# FThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 X6 K: A" T1 f+ p$ O1 TPerhaps they never will. |
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