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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 h j# d/ T, j+ F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 X6 q+ a" ^0 q8 q" U* _. wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ O5 |/ x) d" p3 | a9 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 p* o4 N& q, d7 H2 Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) g- n% \2 \7 G% F! }3 AHow you suffered for you sanity,
% p1 Y! `- ^9 dHow you tried to set them free,
6 ]7 y+ W/ m7 ~! r6 j" |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 M5 Q, v/ {# B; ]+ E N" SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 Z/ a J ^/ Q5 X$ b. NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ [' C' y5 `- m) i, \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 r7 ^- Q5 X- E6 R) k1 YWeathered 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, & _9 e) Z2 Z8 {. C' g7 e g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 o! o5 m% k4 ?! ^' e5 o8 T) eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, i) L3 M- {. A' k! v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. b. Y: [: x2 D/ ]" `; yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 H4 @' l2 o$ q
3 z. X6 C9 L9 U) J! t% oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" E% L Y6 o; p3 Q7 qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . l/ V$ m& a9 w: F& r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( ?! Y) ^9 Z, G! b% v- D4 sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# E" z( V7 D4 N+ P' [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + U: E6 z o6 H, B) |& v' X0 x
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 t& v& |8 F. j9 _2 s5 XHow you tried to set them free, U2 N0 h* l& S: j6 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 _" a& b; Y9 m. l$ y( O2 Z5 R+ |
Perhaps they never will. |
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