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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* ^1 f% \2 K( L& ~% pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 B6 A: L$ ~( k, D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! a9 ` p$ c7 N! O$ L. f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 D O* v( X6 v0 I0 ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 l+ N* y% T* Y! C0 v: H2 J" q
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 @" R$ V( p4 |5 {! \
How you tried to set them free, 5 X0 [2 ^8 u& _7 H9 ^2 } O, B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ F$ J! X1 \# [" C5 W9 a: \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( _+ `( `, t1 n! a& O; ~/ CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' V, `4 ^" c- ~2 p, f7 e0 jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 f# q0 X' h/ x- X- D) A& x& L
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, / _9 y! L) S/ u4 `+ X# Y8 j5 O8 J& y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 C8 |; l9 ^& d0 i6 |$ Q: k
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 L, g% y/ j6 J; M% Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ _( [/ M W8 M X9 s% Q& DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * t) H5 s; J, R7 F9 m2 q3 s% P9 e
3 h, I. k: a9 n& o+ R1 VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- F4 I- B" t9 s CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 U2 ~. S$ `6 C6 o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
[' P4 c* `4 Q8 Y. z4 \! OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / A x( n6 `) _
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; E! }5 t6 `$ o9 X3 X: B! P7 J4 t( R
How you suffered for you sanity,8 \8 r2 W3 w: P) L( k1 A) o5 \
How you tried to set them free, # p/ m* |3 C* S* Z! k
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ O' g, i9 r7 i
Perhaps they never will. |
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